Thursday, April 5, 2012
I Had A Farm In Africa
The isolated self-contained army base had everything we needed. Aside from occasional weekend jaunts to the Red Sea or adventurous Kenyan safaris, we happily lived our lives within our walled-in fortress.
Every day, before boarding the final bus to return home, Ababa cooked for us. Intermingled with Swanson pot pies and TV dinners, she'd prepare her curious interpretations of American food. But, on occasion, Ababa would pull out the big guns and cook her food. Ethiopian food. Her intoxicating spicy doro wat with tangy injera bread captured my tender young heart. I've craved it my entire life.