An invitation to explore the extremely nourishing, vibrant and unique culinary creations of Ethiopia with several Full Recipes from my book (Recipes For Reciprocity)
This article gives me very fond memories of sharing a house for about 4 years with an Ethiopian man. Many mornings I woke up to a kitchen sink with a bowl of overflowing fermented injera batter sitting in it!
I also learned that in Ethiopian culture it is considered offensive to clear your (or the) plate. They *always* leave food behind -- to be given to the poor and beggars (even if there are no poor or beggars around).
Thanks for sharing your experiences and that fascinating bit of cultural info my friend. My wife lived with Chinese people for a few years and says they had a similar attitude towards food left on the plate.
I got a destructive virus in my COMPUTER, so from the library, I'm just letting you know that I'm unsubscribing until I can get it all figured out, and then I'll re-subscribe. (Tooo much email!)
There was a restaurant in Ottawa called The Horn of Africa that served much of what you describe above. That holey bread was basically your eating utensil. The restaurant was filthy but the food was excellent.
Too busy to spend that much time cooking. Again, I blame Clif.
This article gives me very fond memories of sharing a house for about 4 years with an Ethiopian man. Many mornings I woke up to a kitchen sink with a bowl of overflowing fermented injera batter sitting in it!
I also learned that in Ethiopian culture it is considered offensive to clear your (or the) plate. They *always* leave food behind -- to be given to the poor and beggars (even if there are no poor or beggars around).
Thanks for sharing your experiences and that fascinating bit of cultural info my friend. My wife lived with Chinese people for a few years and says they had a similar attitude towards food left on the plate.
I got a destructive virus in my COMPUTER, so from the library, I'm just letting you know that I'm unsubscribing until I can get it all figured out, and then I'll re-subscribe. (Tooo much email!)
Cheers. I'll be back!
There was a restaurant in Ottawa called The Horn of Africa that served much of what you describe above. That holey bread was basically your eating utensil. The restaurant was filthy but the food was excellent.
Too busy to spend that much time cooking. Again, I blame Clif.
it all looks delicious 😋