Forget variety. Spices are the spice of life!I’m so happy right now. An enormous and painstakingly selected cache of spices my wife bought in Marrakesh, which we thought had been lost, are in our possession after all. Here’s the story. About 10 months ago, my wife Amira Elgan and I were visiting Marrakesh, Morocco. Amira spent a huge amount of time and effort buying spices. Morocco is, and always has been, a major global center for the most incredible and high-quality spices imaginable. (The picture below is one she posted here on Google+ of her selection of spices in one store to be ground up into something called ras el hanout.)While in Marrakesh, she also bought a really great tagine, which is a Berber (North African) domed- or coned-topped clay pot for slow-cooking food on an open fire or in an oven. We thought we’d be nomads for many years, so Amira packed away the spices and tagine for some future kitchen we might have. As soon as we got back to the US, however, Amira realized that her spices were nowhere to be found. She was distraught, but assumed they must have been stolen in transit – the spices were worth a lot of money. So now, as you know, our nomadic lifestyle ended abruptly when Leo and Lisa hired me to work at TWiT. So now we have a house, and Amira is slowly unpacking all our stuff, which has been in storage for a long time. Today Amira unpacked the tagine, and when she opened it found all the spices inside. : ) [plus.google.com/+AmiraElg…](https://plus.google.com/+AmiraElgan/posts/4osmGUmcHFRhttps://plus.google.com/+AmiraElgan/posts/ZRZk7ijR4BU) #moroccohttp://click-to-read-mo.re/p/5tTA