Susy and I joined Pablo, Rocio, Paul, and Nancy in taking Alana out last night for her birthday (today). We went to Marrakesh, a Morrocan restaurant in NW Portland. We ate communal dishes with our hands and sat on low couches - I sat on a very low, very soft pillow that was basically impossible to get out of, even before I stuffed myself silly. The food was Delicious! especially the B'stellela Royal appetizer: a large fillo pastry stuffed with chicken, almonds, raisins, and other goodies, smothered in powdered sugar. Did I mention we ate with our hands? Very messy, but we had big towels and our waiter came around a couple times to pour water over our hands into a large metal tray he carried with him. A belly dancer came by during our appetitizers, and she got Alana up dancing with her after we revealed she was a birthday girl.
Here's a healthier recipe for Bastilla.
Afterwards we walked around, heading down towards St. Honore, which had closed early, so ending up at Vivace, where we shared crepes with coffee. Then we rolled back to the car and came home - relatively early as Olivia had a softball game to play at 7:30 this morning.
We contemplated bringing the kids with us, but it was a little pricey - especially for those who would have been (oh so very) unappreciative, so they all stayed home. Andrew picked out a Subway sandwich and Mali picked out a pizza and ice-cream cones to take to Zoë and Hannah's. Olivia babysat and played Pictionary and Scattergories with the three of them after she finished her homework and they finished watching Hillary Duff's latest: Raise Your Voice. Andrew stayed home alone, happily playing on the computer, watching TV, and snacking on popcorn and grapes.
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