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Tea and Coffee Pots
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Ive often wondered why it is that
for most of us in the west we have almost the same thing for breakfast every
morning, but insist on almost never having the same thing for dinner two nights
in a row. Ethiopians don’t seem to have this problem – they eat injera at almost
every meal, and the range of spices and sauces and vegetables they eat with it
is quite limited, but they are, to a man – and woman – incredibly enthusiastic
about the stuff. Whereas we in the west
are mostly quite curious about the foods of other nations, and we like to try
it – Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Malaysian, Spanish, Italian, Mexican, Indian - anything
really - Ethiopians – well the ones around here - seem not to be, and for them, gastronomically, variety is NOT the
spice of life : Injera is. They seem never happier than when upending a dish of
spicy sauce onto a plate of fresh injera and using the right hand tearing the
injera into pieces and scooping up the sauce and vegetables a mouthful at a
time.
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"Scrambled Injera" is Injera with Injera on top |
I have grown accustomed to Injera
and some of the ways its served; I had
some today with cooked diced meat and onion and spices at the Wubet Hotel for lunch, and enjoyed it, could
probably live on it of I had to, but I know what I prefer to eat, though mostly
what I prefer is not available here.
What IS available is a limited range of vegetables –tomatoes, onions, cabbage,
green peppers, potatoes carrots and beetroot – banana, limes and bread, as well
as many spices, ginger, eggs and pasta in a couple of shapes, spaghetti and
rice. There are also the scrawny chickens, and in the little stores I can buy
small tins of shredded tuna fish swimming in oil, and fancy biscuits which are
very small and manufactured with some sort of drying agent which turns each
tiny biscuit into about the most drying and water absorbent object known to man
– it makes the inside of your mouth feel as if its been wiped dry with a
handful of dust, so must be ingested with coffee or tea on standby. So these
are the supplies I have been keeping stocked up on, and from which I make my
meals.
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Dabo and Mus = bread and bananas |
Typically I have coffee and a
bread roll with a small banana inside for breakfast. Sometimes its just coffee.
At morning tea time I have a tiny cup of
sweet tea and a sambusa from the
hospital kiosk, and for lunch more bread roll with tomatoes and green pepper ,
or another banana or slices of beetroot
– a cup of tea and a packet of those tiny biscuits – there are 6 and they cost
12 cents a packet! I also buy lollies at 1 birr each – the same as a nice
banana but I have to indulge my sweet tooth somehow.
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Everything chopped up in a pan, with Rice or Pasta |
For my dinner I typically chop up
tomatoes, onions cabbage and ginger, fry them in a little oil, then add a tin
of tuna fish, perhaps some tomato paste and water, juice of a lime and
then eat it with rice or pasta. I
usually have some left over for breakfast or lunch the next day when I might
supplement it with scrambled egg which is made with NZ powdered milk. I can
also make a kind of soup with all the same vegetables chopped up and boiled for
ages with two cups of split yellow peas or lentils, and I eat that with bread.
The chicken pieces I thaw to use instead of the fish, but have only had four
such meals as I gave some of my chicken to Shewayes famly for Xmas. And
sometimes I just have all the chopped up vegetables and rice with a bit of
local spice added. A couple of times I have made fried fish cakes from mashed
up potato and the same tinned tuna, but essentially I seem to be living on
bread, tomatoes and onions, tuna, cabbage
beetroot and eggs. I was really hungry a lot of the time in the first
two or three weeks, but I think my stomach has shrunk to match the reduced
volume of food I am eating, and I know I eat a lot less than I used to but
nowadays I hardly ever feel hungry. I think my more or less vegetarian diet may
be good for me – but the food I think about most when imagining being home
again, is a juicy medium rare salty lamb chop cooked on a BBQ.
Would you like us to organise a Red Cross food parcel for you :)
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