I’ll start Thanksgiving early and say I’m grateful for Ethiopian food, and that I live someplace where there are endless opportunities to try it. The minor-key sweetness of berbere is a sensation I will never take for granted, and today we ordered lentils, carrot stew, and collard greens, and a main dish of lamb tibs that could have doubled as breakfast food. The neighborhood Ethiopian restaurant is also a place to catch up on Spanish football games, since one of my goals for next year as a pointless but satisfying act of rebellion is to watch more non-American sports. While I’m not sure if I fully understand the game, I do know I could stare at La Liga players all day long.
(Photo: Brookside Gardens, autumn.)
365 Days of Food 