I’d like to say that this was a North African dinner but it seems safer to say it was a dinner (for my friend Carol) that had some North African resemblances. Preserved lemons, jeweled rice and tzatziki (this is Greek but they eat it in North Africa, I just can’t find what the hell they call it) and preserved-lemon stuffed grilled boneless chicken thighs. A Moroccan might eat it and understand it, but it’s just fictionally North African. Delicious though. The salad, tomatoes, artichokes, nectarines and cilantro was a mutt.
It was too cold to eat outside so I set up a table next to the windows. Just like they do in North Africa.