These words may have been repeated a thousand times in a thousand different ways, but I’ve only recently really embodied these truths. It is ALL about the process, this life.Continue reading “In Praise of the Process: A Call to Arms”
Did you know, that at Cordoba, in the 9th century, the gardeners of Abd el-Rahman I built the first botanical garden on European soil?
Did you know, that it wasn’t until over 600 years later, that the same was attempted in Christian Europe?
Did you know, that the first tulip came to Europe via Turkey to Spain, 500 years before it was taken to Holland?
What if all the horticultural history of Europe you’ve read, was wrong?Continue reading “On Andalusian Gardening: The Hidden Link in the Chain of Horticultural History”
This is another special recipe I learnt from my wonderful mother-in-law, which is super versatile and delicious with almost anything.Continue reading “Recipe: Honeyed Pumpkin Jam”
The Interview Collection
I’m lucky to be surrounded by inspiring friends, and often take for granted that I get to have inspiring conversations on a daily basis.Continue reading “Interview with Hamza: The Ecosystem of Wisdom”
Distilling with Sherifa
It’s an overcast day in March, occasional clouds drizzling soft trills of rain onto the courtyard.
Optimistically, I set the alembic up in a corner, knowing that unless it pours, we’ll be safe under the cedar beamed edges of the open roof.Continue reading “The Boiling Pot: Spirituality and Herbal Distillation”
Morocco is famous for its tea.
Walk through any Moroccan market and you’ll find fresh fragrant mint being sold in huge bunches, piled high and sold for a dirham.
As you move around the medina of Fes, you’ll find carts laden with fresh herbs. Marjoram, Thyme, Rosemary, Verbena, Pennyroyal, Wormwood and Sage.Continue reading “Brewing Soulful Moroccan Tea”
You can ask the neighbours, they find it funny too.
Baby strapped onto my back (happy as a clam) and shopping trolley in hand, I swing the heavy iron front door closed and roll our way down the hill.
It’s already eleven in the morning because it takes us so long to get out of the house (we have a long breakfast!), and most of the neighbors are already on their way back.Continue reading “How we Shop: An Homage to the Journey”