Morocco guidebook? I swear there was some crazy stuff in it about bringing your own camp stove. M e l : Remember that night we were laughing hysterically when reading the section on being vegetarian in your
Ka te : You were right - bring a motherfuckin camp stove!"If you are strict vegetarian or vegan, it may be worth bringing some basic provisions (such as yeast extract, peanut butter and veggie stock cubes) and a small camping gas stove and pan - canisters are cheap though quite hard to find (Carrerfour hypermarkets usually have them, as do the DIY chain Mr. Bricolage, and some cheap hotels allow guests to cook in their rooms."
Mel: I know you're not a strict vegetarian but I can't help imagining you heating up some cup of noodles over a camp stove in our riad room. Maybe we could make smores though? It might not be a terrible idea.
Kate: Well if you want to convince me of anything, just mention smores. I just can't imagine anyone bringing a camp stove in their luggage all the way to Morocco. And yeast extract? I don't think that an actual vegetarian wrote this.
Mel: I'm not sure that a person who has ever used a camp stove wrote this. My camp stove came with a big warning on it not to use it indoors because of the whole carbon monoxide thing. What if someone found us passed out in our room with marshmallows stuffed in our mouths? Although I can think of worse ways to go than death by smores.
Kate: I don't think any of our friends or family would be all that surprised if that was the way we died. Also WTF is yeast extract?
Mel: No idea about yeast extract. I've had nutritional yeast sprinkled on popcorn before but i don't know how you would eat it instead of eating a real meal? I'll be eating lamb tagine and you'll have to eat like 50 packets of nutritional yeast.
Kate: Hell no, Monster mix and yogurt pretzels all the way.
Mel: And there is always pizza for you. The guidebook did say you can find it pretty much anywhere in Morocco. I know I shouldn't talk since I end each trip with airport McDonalds but eating pizza in Morocco seems really sad. Unless we could find something really fusion-y, like Moroccan pizza.
Kate: Yeah, but chances are the "moroccan pizza" would be covered in lamb or something. That said, I remember being really worried about South America and it was totally fine eating veg there. Even at the gaucho ranch where people go specifically to eat insane amounts of meat, I found some veggies surprisingly. Though the gauchos were pretty insistent (or just really confused). I ended up just putting a sausage on my place to shut them up.
Ka te : You were right - bring a motherfuckin camp stove!"If you are strict vegetarian or vegan, it may be worth bringing some basic provisions (such as yeast extract, peanut butter and veggie stock cubes) and a small camping gas stove and pan - canisters are cheap though quite hard to find (Carrerfour hypermarkets usually have them, as do the DIY chain Mr. Bricolage, and some cheap hotels allow guests to cook in their rooms."
Mel: I know you're not a strict vegetarian but I can't help imagining you heating up some cup of noodles over a camp stove in our riad room. Maybe we could make smores though? It might not be a terrible idea.
Kate: Well if you want to convince me of anything, just mention smores. I just can't imagine anyone bringing a camp stove in their luggage all the way to Morocco. And yeast extract? I don't think that an actual vegetarian wrote this.
Mel: I'm not sure that a person who has ever used a camp stove wrote this. My camp stove came with a big warning on it not to use it indoors because of the whole carbon monoxide thing. What if someone found us passed out in our room with marshmallows stuffed in our mouths? Although I can think of worse ways to go than death by smores.
Kate: I don't think any of our friends or family would be all that surprised if that was the way we died. Also WTF is yeast extract?
Mel: No idea about yeast extract. I've had nutritional yeast sprinkled on popcorn before but i don't know how you would eat it instead of eating a real meal? I'll be eating lamb tagine and you'll have to eat like 50 packets of nutritional yeast.
Kate: Hell no, Monster mix and yogurt pretzels all the way.
Mel: And there is always pizza for you. The guidebook did say you can find it pretty much anywhere in Morocco. I know I shouldn't talk since I end each trip with airport McDonalds but eating pizza in Morocco seems really sad. Unless we could find something really fusion-y, like Moroccan pizza.
Kate: Yeah, but chances are the "moroccan pizza" would be covered in lamb or something. That said, I remember being really worried about South America and it was totally fine eating veg there. Even at the gaucho ranch where people go specifically to eat insane amounts of meat, I found some veggies surprisingly. Though the gauchos were pretty insistent (or just really confused). I ended up just putting a sausage on my place to shut them up.
Mel: Dude, I eat meat, but I still found the gaucho ranch a little intense. It's hard to imagine any scenario in Morocco where we would be surrounded by every cut of meat imaginable.
Ka t e: I'll eat fish if I have to and don't mind eating around meat, but my biggest fear is eating something cooked in broth and spending the entire vacation on the toilet while you're out riding camels and buying funky turbans. On the plus side, I'll be able to lose all the weight I gained in Granada from the wine and free tapas!
M e l : I'll be sure to pack the Imodium because you know that no matter what we eat one of us is going to be spending time in the bathroom. I blame America; our dairy here is so pasteurized that now I basically can't eat dairy anywhere else without feeling like I have a bowling ball lodged in my stomach. I'm so bad at saying no to cheese because I love it so much but that cream cheese in Buenos Aires was just a bad idea.
Kate: Oh god, I'm having flashbacks to that dinner in Buenos Aires at Casa Saltshaker (which btw if you're in BA, you should totally check out and make reservations in advance!). It was the sweetest closed door restaurant run by the nicest couple and just unbelievable food. Yet, my strongest memory of the night is feeling like John Hurt in Alien and at any moment, a creature was going to bust through my abdomen.
Ka t e: I'll eat fish if I have to and don't mind eating around meat, but my biggest fear is eating something cooked in broth and spending the entire vacation on the toilet while you're out riding camels and buying funky turbans. On the plus side, I'll be able to lose all the weight I gained in Granada from the wine and free tapas!
M e l : I'll be sure to pack the Imodium because you know that no matter what we eat one of us is going to be spending time in the bathroom. I blame America; our dairy here is so pasteurized that now I basically can't eat dairy anywhere else without feeling like I have a bowling ball lodged in my stomach. I'm so bad at saying no to cheese because I love it so much but that cream cheese in Buenos Aires was just a bad idea.
Kate: Oh god, I'm having flashbacks to that dinner in Buenos Aires at Casa Saltshaker (which btw if you're in BA, you should totally check out and make reservations in advance!). It was the sweetest closed door restaurant run by the nicest couple and just unbelievable food. Yet, my strongest memory of the night is feeling like John Hurt in Alien and at any moment, a creature was going to bust through my abdomen.
Mel
Kate: Ha! Everyone was probably wondering if we were having a lovers spat. What's crazy is that I made it through tons of street food, accidentally eating pork in Chiang Mai and drinking tainted water at Angkor Wat and what did me in was a plate of plain veggies and rice in a swanky beach resort. Go figure.
: Or how about when you spent two days curled up in the fetal position in Koh Samet in Thailand? I felt so bad that you felt miserable in a place that literally looks like paradise... and also a little self conscious that I was the only person eating alone on the torch-lit beach.
Kate: Ha! Everyone was probably wondering if we were having a lovers spat. What's crazy is that I made it through tons of street food, accidentally eating pork in Chiang Mai and drinking tainted water at Angkor Wat and what did me in was a plate of plain veggies and rice in a swanky beach resort. Go figure.
: Or how about when you spent two days curled up in the fetal position in Koh Samet in Thailand? I felt so bad that you felt miserable in a place that literally looks like paradise... and also a little self conscious that I was the only person eating alone on the torch-lit beach.