It's official: My nephew, Dane, is the world's worst gift-wrapper:
This guy sits atop the wall at Radio Maria, a local restaurant. How many times have we walked beneath him and never noticed? That's my friend Lori. Why is she tickling his feet? Because we drank too much wine, that's why.
Here's one thing Lori gave me for Christmas. Since we've been best-friends since we were 10 years old, she's the only person that could get away with it.
Our friend Atef wants to cook an authentic Tunisian meal for us. In order to do so, we need to find this vessel, a Tajine. The meal cooked in it is also called a Tajine. Where in the heck do we buy a Tajine?