For A Weather Like This I Call Upon Harira Soup

Sleeping last night to the sound of violent wind and hail stones hitting my window, only to wake up this morning and realize that the streets are flooded with water, wind blowing so hard and the fog filling the air. With that gloomy weather all around, my mind drifted to a trial of an amazing Moroccan creationContinue reading “For A Weather Like This I Call Upon Harira Soup”