I've become a fan of cumin on scrambled eggs. The way this morning meal is prepared up and down Morocco, the eggs are scrambled and when they're almost done (and they're usually done rather wet), they're sprinkled with cumin. Fantastic.
In Essaouira, I was fortunate to have fresh seafood, pulled from the sea and grilled on the shore that I was able to consume cheek-by-jowl with locals who've probably been eating here, in this way, since the Phoenicians initiated waves of invasions that continued to be carried on through the millennia by Romans, Portuguese, Spanish, French, and finally, American travelers like me.
When I was a kid going to Portage Park school on Chicago's northwest side, I thought it very odd that some kids brought cream cheese and grape jelly sandwiches for lunch. It just seemed wrong. But I was just a kid. I learned better.
The Berbers in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco allow goats to climb argan trees and eat the nuts. The nut, with the hard outer shell still intact, is then excreted, the nut recovered, cracked to release the kernel, that is then processed into oil.
One key advantage of living in a major metropolitan area is that because you have many different ethnicities coming together, you can dine on, for instance, not just Asian food, but Indian food, and not just Indian food, but the food of Gujarat…at places like Sam's Rasoi.
Cheese at Marion Street Cheese Market is not what you'd call cheap. It usually is, however, high value because you get what you pay for and I'm fine paying a few extra dollars for a much better cheese…like Tilston Point blue.