No, that’s not a typo. Yes, bizarre IS more appropriate when talking about me, but since my new distraction is cooking Moroccan food “bazaar” fit better.
I found a remaindered Moroccan cookbook with tons of food porn photos and decided that this was a good cuisine to add to my repertoire. Or, as Shannon put it, “I like anything with chickpeas. I like anything with cumin. I like lamb. I like couscous. I like cilantro.” That, in a nutshell, is just about every recipe in this book. I’ve already made a fantastic lamb and chickpea soup (see what I mean…lamb, chickpeas, onion, garlic, cumin, paprika, cilantro, and tomatoes)…much milder than I expected. Next time, I think I’ll increase the paprika a bit. Last night, I mixed up my first batch of Ras el Hanout…a spice mixture that seems to be to Moroccan food what basil is to Italian. Today, I’ll be putting together my first jar of preserved lemons and trying my hand at mixing Harissa, a chili pepper based paste that sounds like I may want to just eat it spread on crackers! I just wish I could find a better source of lamb. Cuts appropriate for stewing are hard to come by when all the grocery stores carry are chops and legs, and those only sporadically.
We’ve had three showings of the house. One didn’t leave any feedback, one thought the house was very nice but it didn’t fit the clients’ needs, and the third didn’t like the floorplan. At least their reasons all have to do with things I have no control over. I hope this doesn’t drag on forever. Keeping the house constantly tidy is NOT in my nature. I’m of the “I’m just going to get into bed in 14 hours, why make it” school of thought. Clean laundry tends to just live, folded, in the basket; clean dishes tend to live in the drainer. Making sure all the beds are made, all the floors are clean, everything is put away and wiped down every time I leave the house is getting exhausting and it’s only been two weeks! Plus, I just know that one of these days, someone is going to come in to see the house and one of the cats will have barfed up a massive hairball in the middle of the floor.
That’s all I’ve got. Moroccan food and hairballs. Am I exciting or what?!