Derb 37

a journal from a house in the medina

Kitchen · tagines

Tagines

The slow ones. The Friday ones. The ones that taught me patience.

Fish from the Mellah

I went for sardines. Came back with a whole bream because the man at the corner stall raised his eyebrows in a particular way. Charmoula on the bones, a bed of tomato and preserved lemon, into a low oven. Forty minutes, no hurry. The kitchen smells of garlic and coriander and the sea.