The strong grey trunk, the wide velvety leaves, the sticky itchy white milk resin that leaks from the cracked leaves, its round crimson fruits with their bellies filled with honeyed goodness. In my opinion, nothing beats a fig tree.
Moroccan fig trees are a part of Ahmed Hakam. Until he was nine years old, Ahmed never ventured outside of his birth village near the northern city of Ouezzane. He vividly remembers the local fig harvest, when, every year, he, his mother and scores of women and their children from nearby villages would gather to […]
The first thing I did after arriving home yesterday evening was, naturally, to open the door of my fridge and peer inside. I got nothing, I thought to myself. But then I spotted a tub of Fage Greek yogurt in the corner of the bottom shelf. I was able to locate a bottle of honey […]