Eager for a taste of something
American, Joanna and I planned a Thanksgiving dinner with two
other visiting Americans, a father and daughter pair, Bruce and
Grace. Malcolm, a RAB co-founder from Scotland, Meseret, Gudisa, and
a man that Bruce met on the street also attended our feast. There is
no such thing as turkey in Ethiopia, and chicken, the closest
substitute, is the most expensive meat here, however, we were not
discouraged. We decided on a lentil stew with carrots, ginger, garlic
and cumin, sort of fall-like. And mango cobbler for dessert. Grace
and Bruce contributed mashed potatoes, green beans, and a Californian wine. The meal began with Bruce's very PC explanation of
Thanksgiving, much to Grace's embarrassment. And we all left feeling
uncomfortably full, just as the holiday requires. Success.
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