In reply to ste carey:
> even places of weird and wonderful food.
Some 30 years ago, I was wandering around in that region. I came by a very small village, a few houses/huts against a rock wall. I was invited for tea and dinner. A few hours later, the man of the house placed the tadjine on the ground, in the middle of our cirkle. I had the sligthest hesitation, but he had noticed: I was a westerner, of course I did not eat with my hands, out of common pot! There followed a lively discussion (in Arab, I understood nothing), and one of the kids ran off. Some 15 min later he came back with the most dirty and rusted spoon I have ever seen. Very proudly his father presented it to me, I swallowed and we all had tea and ate.
