The End of Ramadam - special handmade cakes

Excitement has been in the air, singing and trumpets throughout the night as the silver light of the full moon covers the palm trees. It is the end of Ramadam, no more long thirsty days, no more road rage, no more fights in the souk, a strange calmness has taken to the streets as everyone is busily cooking royal couscous and entaining guests in their Moroccan Salons.

The lovely Sana and Karim walked a good mile or 2 to the villa bearing gifts of her handmade Moroccan cakes. So delicate and delicous, almonds, honey, seasame, dates, orange blosom water. I love but also dread these gifts as i can't stop eating them once i've got them.