Bright strawberries dotted the gardens in front of us. The puppy and little boys charged down the path between the rows, risking the safety of the berries and the promise of a sweet, juicy explosion. We gladly sat in the tippy chairs with the puppy chewing at our ankles to try Doña Nalia’s chicha morada.
The three of us lounged on bright Moroccan cushions three stories above the chaos of Marrakesh. The crushing heat was lifted by a breeze crossing the rooftop hideaway as the sun went down. Then Fayaaz, our waiter, brought us dishes of ice cream that tasted like the frozen scent of blooming orange trees.
Flan for breakfast!? Yes, please. It was a little embarrassing how happy this made me. To be honest, I am a bit of a health food freak. My family doesn’t go a day without kale on their breakfast plate. But when in Cuba, eat Cuban flan for breakfast. And this doesn’t make me a bad mother because […]