Posts tagged Ramadan
Halwa d'Tmar (Moroccan Date-Stuffed Cookies) + A Virtual Midsummer Potluck for Peace

Living in a foreign country often involves picking up certain new habits and customs, nestling them into your daily life. Upon moving to Morocco, the first word I learned in Arabic was Salaam aalikoum.

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Avocado, Date + Orange Juice- The Ramadan Energizer

I know myself to be someone who has a limited capacity of external energy to use up in a day. For this reason, I always try to be cautious and aware of how I spend it and if it is being wasted. I have already mentioned how Ramadan helps to deepen that sense of mindfully going about your day- in terms of food and time, and about our breath, but it also makes me see more clearly where energy flows throughout the day and how it can be reigned in or exerted softly in order to preserve it before the next sunset recharge. 

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On Working Out During Ramadan

To this day, I cannot quite explain what compelled me to go on a run a couple hours before the ftour during only my second week of ever practicing Ramadan. I was (and still am) a sporadic runner to say the least, putting on my shoes and heading out usually only when feeling anxious, stressed or angry. Those are my running triggers. Yet there I was, my body on low power mode with no water or food burning up energy inside, and I decided that it sounded like a lovely idea to go for a brisk jog out in the last hours of bright sun. 

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Moroccan Chicken + Egg Briouats

My mind has been churning lately with all that is to come this summer, planning, making lists and sketches, and getting over-enthusiastic about packing. Sometimes I find it hard to wax on and on about life when I am so busy feeling it. Every time I try to write in these past couple days, all that comes out is something akin to poetry. Snippets and snapshots of these slow moving yet full days. 

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Ramadan Reflection | Breaking Patterns and Finding the Spiritual in Food + Time

Breakfast time.
Lunch hour.
Dinner on the table. 

These are all moments of each day that are engrained in us like clockwork. At first I thought that perhaps one of the biggest time-related challenges in moving to Tangier would be changing my dinner time from 6ish to 9ish, but little did I know what Ramadan had in store for me. 

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Moroccan Harira + Looking Back On My First Ramadan

Tangier is, by nature, a noisy place. At all hours of the day and night there are cars and trucks rumbling around, mopeds backfiring, people yelling, whether in enthusiastic greeting or heated debate, and absolutely no one is ever shy with their horn. For this reason, it is impossible to forget my first Ramadan in Morocco when I heard something I had never heard before in this city- silence. 

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