The spice souk was undoubtedly my favourite spot in town—with row upon row of tightly-packed stores overflowing with spices, herbs and provisions from Iran, Morocco, India, China and even Guatemala. One over-eager merchant tried desperately to push a local dried fungus, which he insisted was a "natural viagra," on poor Hubby. He relented only after I agreed to purchase a fair quantity of dried Iranian rosebuds instead.
Keep a look-out for new Fat Sister culinary creations featuring purchases from the souk.
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