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Cooking Wonders - Martin, Phillip
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This is a sequel to Cooking Disasters, where I encountered -- and somehow survived -- malaria, bus wrecks, a Haitian witch doctor, rogues with knives, and a host of other disasters that required guardian angels. Amazingly, I have also had extraordinary things that have happened to me that do not seem to happen to other people. So, those stories, accompanying photographs, and the recipes that remind me of those events have been compiled in this cookbook. Again, you don't have to cook to enjoy this read. But, if you wander into the kitchen with these recipes, you may discover a new favorite international treat.…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
This is a sequel to Cooking Disasters, where I encountered -- and somehow survived -- malaria, bus wrecks, a Haitian witch doctor, rogues with knives, and a host of other disasters that required guardian angels. Amazingly, I have also had extraordinary things that have happened to me that do not seem to happen to other people. So, those stories, accompanying photographs, and the recipes that remind me of those events have been compiled in this cookbook. Again, you don't have to cook to enjoy this read. But, if you wander into the kitchen with these recipes, you may discover a new favorite international treat.
Autorenporträt
I've traveled the globe and been warmly welcomed in every corner I wander. But, nobody has ever taken me into their home more than the Chakir family in Casablanca, Morocco. Shortly after my arrival in Morocco, I damaged my briefcase and needed a shoe repair shop to fix things. I was given directions, headed off on my own, and then promptly got lost. When I finally found a small shop, I realized I couldn't explain my needs in French, and I certainly didn't speak any Arabic! I stood there speechless until Mohamed said, "I speak English. What do you need?" He fixed my briefcase for free, closed up the shop, gave me a walking tour of Casablanca, and then brought me home to meet my Moroccan family. Yes, they were my family the entire time I lived in their country. When there was a holiday, I wasn't invited to their home. I was expected. I was family. It was a delight to eat with them! Moroccan food looks like artwork when served. Habiba, Fatiha, and Nezha never disappointed. I learned to say shukran (thank you) and bnin (delicious).