Every Sunday my mother prepare the famous food in Morocco named "Couscous".It's the day when all family is present for enjoying and talking.
Don't wory if you are absent, there is a LOT of Couscous .Same time my family give a plate of Couscous to our neighbour or friends of family.
My two sisters prepared the good Couscous but not like my mother. My old sister cooke the worse Couscous in the world and she know that ( sorry my sister ).
I don't rememer eat the Couscous prepared by my youngest sister.
