Ethiopian Dinner

After this full day of seeing the cape, we, of course, had to eat. Okay, so I am not very brave when it comes to “foreign” food, but I am trying to experience as much as possible while I am here. Friday night was probably the best example (and you thought that Ostrich was adventuresome . . .). Let me tell you about Ethiopian Dinner.

First, we all selected a dish. There were nine (around two plates) of us, so we worked to ensure that we all got something different. Before being served, our server came around with a pitcher of warm water and poured them over our hands for use to wash before dinner. When they brought the food, they served half a portion of each of the nine dished on each of the two plates. From there, we all used this spongy kind of sour dough bread to pick up some of the food to eat.

This picture is what our plates looked like. Imagine four or five people picking from this with a piece of bread. It was so weird, reaching across, literally to grab a bite to eat. As if that wasn’t weird enough, there aren’t words to describe the various tastes that I experienced. Tastes and textures that I don’t think were mean to be experienced.

I am glad I went (I guess), but it isn’t a place that I’d go back to under normal circumstances, as if there is ever a normal circumstance that I’ll ever be in South Africa again.