Chorafali

When I lived away at university in France, I’d fly through Marseille Airport on my way home and back. Because I was quite a regular, the airport security team got to know me. Empty bag on the way out. Full bag on the way back in. One time they made me open my bag. I had nothing to hide – it was full of spices and snacks from home, including these chorafali (I enjoyed them with red wine when I was studying late). The security guard had a taste, smacked his lips and there went my stash