Breadwinners to win your hearts...
Two Moroccan beauticians used to live on the other side of my street. We had a casual chat at the Afghan baker’s shop in our neighborhood almost daily. They would invite me to visit their country, as a kind and courteous gesture, at the end of short exchanges of pleasantries while waiting for our hot flatbread straight from the tomb-shaped, clay oven. I would respond with the same courtesy: "Next vacation, Insha Allah, for sure", hoping to go there one day, but not expecting it to ever happen. However, last summer vacation my wildest dreams came true. I found myself traveling alone through a mountain village in Southern Morocco, where a Berber widow taught me how to bake flatbread on hot pebbles in the courtyard of her house. Her dexterity in wetting a peel and using it to lay the flattened, moist dough on a bed of hot pebbles was awe-inspiring. She baked each bread to a golden sheen. (Gotcha! Don’...