Today my daughter made this interesting remark “I don’t really like tea, I just drink it to be Moroccan”. Indeed it’s very much an entrenched tradition and to refuse tea would be antisocial. The tea itself varies by region, and I can’t believe that until a couple of months ago, I’d never had Saharan tea (from the Sahara that is). I’d heard that in the desert teatime can last for several hours, hot water being poured over the same tea leaves and reboiled at least 3 times, the hours whiled away in talk and socializing. I was lucky enough to witness this ceremony in Rabat of all places. My sister’s in-laws are from the South and I was at her house when they came for a visit. Almost the first thing they did after the long car ride was set up the tea stuff in the living room. They explained to me that it’s a “3 cup tradition”, the first cup or brew being the strongest and most bitter, then more water is added on to the tea leaves for the next two brews . They said that a gathering is only complete after all 3 cups have been shared. I mentioned that there is a famous book that refers to a similar tradition in Afghanistan. They said that Afghans must have Bedouin roots in that case…
My hosts were excited to test me out and see if I could stomach the infamously bitter and strong “1st cup”. I couldn’t. I had the second cup. The portions are very small but so potent. The tea is poured from cup to cup to cup, creating an impressive layer of foam.
I’m digging the butane bottle in the middle of my sister’s recently redone living room:
Today’s Saharan woman: traditional sari-type clothes (melhfa), tea, cellphone and laptop open to Facebook. University educated. This whole tea experience was like travelling to a new place for me. I’m not much of a tea drinker but the company made it worth it. I agree with my daughter on that.