About a year (maybe 10?) this lady sent me this book:
Mama has been too scared to even try it, let me just tell you. Look how happy that woman looks on the cover! Look at those perfect rolls of injera! This was not helping my complex.
But then I went and invited 50 people to our place to celebrate Ethiopian Christmas and I thought it was time to put on my big girl panties and go for it.
I first called this amazing woman and talked for about an hour (not just injera, mind you, it was actually an awesome, soul filling convo, anywho…). In that time she gave me all of the tips, that happen to be in the book but were helpful nonetheless, I would need to know in order to make this successful.
I rolled up my sleeves (and visited Greatest Grains, our local whole foods market) and went to work. First step looked the way she said it was supposed to:
Then just 6 or so hours before party time you add some boiling water and voila!
While that was fermenting I checked out my good friend Captain Murdock’s blog to prepare some traditional Ethiopian food. As I texted her every 5 minutes or so (I think I have self reliance problems) I successfully made Doro Wat (pictured here without chicken first):
And sega wat:
Dear friends, it was not all fun and games in the kitchen though. There were onions. Lots of freakin’ onions. And I’m SUPA sensitive to those delicious little boogers. I’ve recently gotten creative.
The smell lingered for HOURS people. HOURS. The kids ran outside to escape the potency. I, however, kept the goggles on during all food prep until the smell dissipated.
I took no real pictures of the actual night. The day passed too quickly. 30 minutes before people were to arrive my mom was making some aklilt and I was making shiro. It was not pretty.
How did the injera turn out you ask? Not great. I couldn’t figure out how to get it to not stick to the pan. My brother-in-law, Jake, took over and was able to get a few decent rolls out of it but it was still “meh”.
It tasted grainy-er than I’ve tasted and it was too dry. All of this was obviously because of my being a novice. I’ve promised myself (and Tomas) that I will learn how to do it right by 2013. And I will.
If you want pictures of the ridiculous amounts of love and cuteness that were at the party go to Beth’s blog or my fabulous sister’s blog.
The night (and the food) was a great success. Tomas especially was in his element. When he was in the care center they called him “Little mayor”. He was the epitome of that Saturday night. So hilarious.
In the end, truly, it was a magical night. We are so blessed to have such a great group of people who love and care for our family. Makes a girl feel all warm and fuzzy inside.