You’ll chop, stir, and laugh your way through classic Moroccan dishes alongside a local chef in Fez’s medina. Savor your own tajine or couscous on a sunlit patio or terrace with tea, surrounded by city sounds and stories. Expect warmth—both from the kitchen and your hosts—that lingers long after lunch ends.
The menu usually includes Moroccan salads plus your choice of couscous or tagine (meat, chicken, or fish), or pastilla for dessert.
Yes, after cooking you’ll eat what you’ve prepared as lunch on the riad patio or terrace.
Yes, vegetarian dishes can be prepared during the class.
The class is held inside a traditional riad located in the heart of Fez’s medina.
Yes, tea tasting is included during your meal at the end of the class.
Specialized infant seats are available but some restrictions apply for pregnant travelers or those with certain health conditions.
Your day includes hands-on guidance from a local chef inside a medina riad kitchen, all ingredients for a complete menu (starter to dessert), tea tasting with every meal, plus an unhurried lunch enjoyed on either a leafy patio or rooftop terrace overlooking Fez’s rooftops before heading back out into the city’s bustle.
We were already elbow-deep in chopped herbs when our chef, Amina, grinned and nudged a bowl of preserved lemons my way. “Smell this,” she said, and honestly, I’d never realized lemons could smell so floral and sharp at the same time. The kitchen was warm—spices everywhere, someone’s laughter echoing off tile—and outside you could just catch the call to prayer floating over Fez. I tried to slice onions like Amina but mine ended up lopsided. She didn’t mind.
I’d picked chicken for my tajine (with olives and those lemons), but someone else went for beef with prunes. There was this moment where we all stopped stirring to watch her fold pastry for pastilla—she made it look easy, which it wasn’t. The best part? We got to taste everything we made right there in the riad patio, sunlight slanting through the arches. Tea came first, poured high so it frothed up; minty steam everywhere. I still think about that first bite of couscous—soft, somehow sweet and earthy at once.
Amina told us stories about her grandmother’s recipes while we ate on the terrace overlooking the medina rooftops. Someone asked how long she’d been cooking (“since forever,” she laughed). The city felt close but quiet up there—just birds and distant voices below. It wasn’t fancy or staged; more like being let into someone’s home for an afternoon. And I definitely butchered “shukran” but Amina just smiled. So yeah, if you’re looking for a Moroccan cuisine Fez cooking class that feels real—this is it.

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