The Kefta I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Kefta and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the warmly spiced and aromatic was right, medjool dates was handled the way it should be.

hospitality rituals including mint tea service are integral to the food experience. Growing up it was always a riad rooftop dinner in Marrakech, which shaped my reference point entirely. almond milk alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.