"Not to worry. They don't really do wine much in Egypt, or any kind of alcohol--the Muggle religion there prohibits intoxicants. And since I intend to give you the authentic experience..." Bill grinned. "I'll have you brew the karkady and we'll call it even. It's hibiscus tea, it's delicious." He took down the kettle and the packet of dried hibiscus petals and handed them over.
He had to admit, he liked having her in the kitchen beside him, the idea of them working side by side on something so homey and basic.
"I'm going to fry up the ta'amiya. They're...let's see...fava beans, garlic, onion, leek...lots of spices. Egyptians really like their spices." Bill had made up the paste the night before and stuck it in the icebox, mostly because he knew it would take a few tries to get it right. He pulled the bowl from the icebox like a Muggle tv-chef, showing it off with elaborate hand gestures. "I know it looks a bit neon right now, but it will be delicious, I promise. If you want to help roll up little balls of it, feel free, though I fear it sticks to your hands like anything."