Morocco, like many countries on this fair continent, has its fair share of excess plastics and packaging, but it also has a wonderful tradition of the homemade and the handmade.
When I was in Assilah during Ramadan, every evening the streets would come alive with fresh produce and street food vendors as households prepared for the evening meal – and being a sucker for good packaging, I fell in love with these cheeses sold in their individual baskets.
All the overused and abused labels that we fashionably follow – artisan, organic, handmade etc . . . are right here and in {for me} a far less pretentious form.
or, if wicker isn’t your thing, a handwoven perfectly plaited palm frond should do the trick!
and not a laughing cow in sight . . .
