If There is No Heat, Go into the Kitchen

I have gotten a few comments wanting to see more of my house. I have been intentionally holding that back a bit since Sarah is coming to visit in just a few days and I want her to come in knowing as little as possible. Still, since I've been writing so much about food, I figured it couldn't hurt to give a glimpse of my kitchen.


Here in the foreground we see Tops Cola which is like RC cola for Moroccans. Behind that is my little stove, where miracles happen, and in the background are my two storage racks. I got one of them from this terrific used furniture market in Azrou, a nearby city. The other I just bought new at souk. Below all this lies probably the most dangerous thing that Peace Corps volunteers deal with.



Butagas. I am not sure how the Moroccans came up with that name for it (maybe it is butane?), but it is ubiquitous here. People use tanks like these as well as smaller versions for cooking, heating, hot water, and anything else that needs flammable gas. I have gotten pretty used to it but using one sure makes you aware of how nice it is not to have to light the stove with a lighter everytime, especially crappy Moroccan lighters when you have a cold thumb. But enough complaining, how about that tile!


P.S. I know the twisty pipe looks a bit haphazard, but please know that I have had plenty of training from Peace Corps on setting up this piece of equiptment. Also, that pipe is real stiff.