Growing up in a Moroccan household and being the eldest daughter, helping out was instinctual. It was common courtesy in Moroccan culture for us kids to tidy up around the house, wash the dishes and, most importantly, help out in the kitchen.
I remember being little and watching other girls fawn over dolls and dresses. I felt silly thinking that I was more attracted to pots and pans.
You see, the kitchen was a space of solace in my home, something many cooks and chefs can probably relate to.
As a 6-year-old, girl it was much more than that; the wonderment and exploration that I had experienced on a stove top or by a cupboard became some of the most treasured memories I have to t…
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