This weekend’s book was Andy Harris’s book a month in Marrakesh, which was less successful from my end. The starter we had was fantastic, the rest of the meal I was less than impressed with. This was not the cook book’s fault, more that my taste and the flavours in the dishes I selected were poles apart. It turns out I don’t like fennel (oops), and the spice mix in the chicken dish was reminiscent of the lamb dish I cooked from Cook Book 4, which I can no longer stomach.
I also had my parents visiting, which was disappointing, as I had hoped to cook them something very impressive. My mother took the chicken dish as a personal challenge, and is determined to find a way to make it edible. As long as she continues experimenting on her own time, that’s all good. The other family at the table said the fennel dish, couscous and chicken together worked ok. Continue reading