Yesterday we had a small Thanksgiving dinner (there will be a bigger one next, combined with mandatory security and safety training). Finding turkey, as it turns out, is not too hard, although we did not see full birds. Morocco uses turkey for everything--sausages, ham, grilled skewers. I was tempted by the osso bucco (google it if you doubt it's real), which looked just like the veal version sitting in the meat counter at Marjane.
To go with the turkey breast we finally settled on, we have roasted onions, sauteed squash with garlic, and garden salad. Plus beverages in our tea shot glasses.
And all of the tablecloth that came with the apartment, a kid friendly checkerboard of candy.
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