For awhile I had managed to eat almost everything that was put in front of me. That included a plethora of meats: chicken, fish, beef, and goat… mystery spicy meat, all of which was eaten on a bed of injera that functioned as a plate, fork and bread all at the same time.
I was doing pretty well, actually. I had only gotten a little sick once, and I think it was due to the pollution, not the food. I didn’t like all of the food, though, and at times had just closed my eyes and chewed as not to offend anyone, or to convince myself that my mouth wasn’t going to spontaneously burst into flames from the spices.
Then one day I hit a wall, or rather a bowl of beef tongue soup. The soup consisted of an oily broth with bits of beef tongue floating in it. Upon being presented with this fine bowl, I just stared at this blatant challenge to my eating record. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get the bowl in my belly.
Finally, I picked up the spoon and took a sip of broth. There was no way I was going to be able to drink that whole bowl of soup. I laid the spoon down and sat back in my chair. I had met my match.
I was contemplating possible explanations I could give to Freya as to why I didn’t want her delicious beef tongue soup when Teddy walked in. He looks at me, and then the bowl of soup, and then back at me. “Are you going to eat that soup?” I just look at him and shrug. “What are you thinking?! You don’t like it do you? You don’t want to eat that! Don’t eat that.”
Freya and he discussed the matter for a bit and then came to the consensus that I will have a plate of mild shurro (a type of sauce) with injera instead. I couldn’t have been happier.
After the beef tongue soup, I was feeling a bit defeated. Adjusting to the Ethiopian lifestyle was starting to get to me. Luckily, the next day I found a miracle food called juice.
If you know me well you know that I have a small obsession with all things frozen/blended, and could probably live happily for the rest of my life on smoothies, bubble tea and frozen yogurt. Well I found a replacement in Addis! Ha!
The juice is thick, sweet and cold. I had avocado and mango. The avocado juice is a smooth frozen yogurt texture. Freya added lime to it. She says lime kills the bacteria and that I needed lots of lime.
I later found myself enjoying a nice piece of baklava the next day. That’s right, Mallory; I managed to find baklava even in Ethiopia. It was soaked in honey and syrup, but it was absolutely amazing.
So far my favorite things that I’ve consumed here are fresh baked bread, coffee, scrambled egg sandwiches, MANGO and Miranda (orange soda in nice glass bottle). We’ll see how the food outside Addis is, in the days ahead.