Last weekend the bookstore and cafe co-hosted chef/author Mourad Lahlou for an author event and food tasting. Mourad is the author of the book Mourad: New Moroccan, which is a wonderful cookbook of Moroccan recipes, but also of family stories. His event at the store was really fabulous. Mourad is down-to-earth, laid back, and he's got his priorities straight. Much like Charles and I believe, Mourad believes that food is truly the center of love and life. It is what wins our hearts over. Food is family. Mourad shared many stories about growing up in Morocco, remembering the people who made the food with love and care (even if it didn't taste that good), sitting around the table with family, and enjoying the feeling of eating at a market or in someone's home. Food brought people together, and it is really a very universal activity.
One of my favorite things Mourad shared at the event was the fact that in Morocco, at breakfast, everyone in his family would already be talking about what they would be preparing and eating for lunch, and likewise, at lunch, they would plan what they would eat for dinner. Time was spent doing what was necessary to create a meal. In looking at that international tradition, which is timeless, he also spoke about the ways we don't engage in this tradition in our modern lives. What we put in our bodies, and how we eat our food has changed dramatically, and almost seems backwards.
Anyway, I could go on and on writing about all of the points Mourad made that resonated with my personal beliefs about food, health, and family. It was a great event and it was a treat to host someone special like Mourad. If you are interested in learning more about him, he owns a restaurant in San Francisco, named after his mother, Aziza. And in the fall I posted some photos of a cookbook challenge we took for Mourad's book on Musings of a Crafter, and also wrote a blog post for the book store.
One thing that was fun (but I think also a little challenging for Charles), was creating recipes from Mourad's book, and then having Mourad there to see the finished product. Mostly Charles got the thumbs up, but when Mourad saw Charles' version of Rghaif, a yeasted, crepe-like pastry filled with a caramelized onion & currant filling, he gave a little feedback on what needed to be done differently. Charles accepted the feedback gracefully, but also took the challenge and tried again the next day at home to improve. I'm sure it's far from how Mourad would make Rghaif, and even further from what you would eat in Morocco, but it was fun to watch Charles explore the recipe, and it was pretty delicious too.
Food really is very important to our family. Not just because Charles is a chef, but because there are traditions, stories, flavors, and relationships cooked into the food we eat. Taking it even further, I like to think that our food holds those connections even more for us when we buy produce from our farmer friends, or eat one of our own chickens or eggs. We know exactly who provided us with that sustenance, and we can give appreciation for the tasty meals. Not to mention that food brings us together. I love that even though we are extremely busy, we make an effort to eat dinner together as a family, and some days all our meals are eaten together. Add to that the fact that my parents have now joined in on many of our meal times, and it feels like a ritual that is feeding our bellies, but also our souls. There is so much wonderful conversation and laughter that happens around our dinner table. I'm so grateful for that. I wish that for everyone.
On a sweeter note, here are some pictures of a dessert Charles & I made for dinner with my parents last Sunday evening. I made the chocolate shortbread, and Charles made the salted caramel ice cream. The shortbread recipe is from Martha Stewart's Baking Handbook and the ice cream from Jeni's Splendid Ice Creams at Home. Yum, yum, yum...food is the way to my heart! I hope food has a strong sense of meaning, as well as sustenance for you too.