You know what they say: you can take the (habesha) out of (ET) but you can’t take the (ET) out of (habesha), which is why in my short time here I’ve learned the Chinese character for “beef”. I put this knowledge to good use one day as I waited for my chicken burger combo at a … More On the Truth About Burgers.
Marge calls it “galalalalalala”, Lisa thinks it’s a pancake, foodie websites up and down the internet call it yeast-risen flatbread, sponge-like bread, crepe-like flat bread, sour pancake, flatbread, sourdough pancake-like bread, flat spongy bread, flat crepe like food that has millions of bubbles or holes on its surface, (millions, really?) American-style Ethiopian bread, sour flat-bread, … More 99 Names for Injera
In a city renowned for its seafood, you’ll be hard-pressed to find a lemon or a lime. Walk up and down the length of a fish market in your neighborhood, inhaling the putrid air, and you might stop once or twice on sighting small green round things. But they are some family of orange, certainly … More No lemons in fishland.
Something about coffee. A must. A delicious authentic cupful while waiting for yet another takeoff, feeling especially exposed in the surplus personal space of a cabin now even emptier save for you, a devout African Muslim and one green-clad airline employee hitching a ride, triggers a wave of emotions. The rush of vitality such a … More Coffee Stopover