Day 83, country #11 of the trip, 40 of a lifetime
How would your parents react if you:
-grabbed a handful of food
-mashed it on the side of your plate
-formed it into a ball
-tossed the ball in the air a few times
-and then popped it into your mouth
Sounds like a quick way to get a smack to me, but today under the watchful eyes of four Moroccan ladies, I
proudly stupidly refused a spoon in exchange for a spirited game of catch the couscous. Guess how it went?
To start, I could hear my mother’s Boston accent in my head Dev, I can’t believe yore gonna put yore handz in theya. BACTERIA!
Dear Lord Jesus up in heaven, all I want to do is be a good guest in this nice home and not behave like an ignorant American who can’t respect local culture by using a spoon. Please Lord don’t let the bacteria poison my stupid a##.
After saying my silent prayer, I dug in from the wrist down mashing and crashing on the side of our communal bowl like everyone else. My fingers burned in the deep drifts of grain, but I didn’t let it show. America strong!
After gathering the mash in your hand, you’re supposed to gently coax it into a perfect sphere with a few tosses before rolling it into your mouth. Mine was more of a clump than a ball, but I went ahead and tried to launch it into my mouth anyway cause it smelled so good! Picture what a dog looks like when you throw five pieces of kibble in the air. Snap! Snap! Snap! That’s what I looked like with a whole bunch of couscous ending up in my lap.
Oh, but those morsels I got were so tasty and moist. There were carrots and a TBD meat, green spicy peppers and even spicier red ones. Thank God I’m greedy when it comes to good food because by the end I was able to get about 75% of each scoop into my mouth. Don’t get me wrong, I had to beat bacteria thoughts back a few times, but then I’d look around and see I was sharing a communal meal in a new part of the world. Stomach bug be damned!