A complete tagine
A person who asks how to make couscous like it’s the last secret to world peace and acts like they’re saving your dinner with every single question.
I asked how to make couscous 12 times in one day. I’m not wrong.
I asked how to make couscous during a tagine. It was a tagine of shame.
I asked how to make couscous while the tagine was cooking. It was a tagine of chaos.