The sidewalks, sometimes blanketed and tarped, sometimes not, showing various items of housewares, lumps of clothing, and carefully stacked food stuffs. More established stalls behind, specializing in spices.
Got some berberi powder to make delicious wot sauce for my injera bread.
I like Ethopian the food. No need for utensils, just dive in with your hand and scoop the goop into tasty morsels. This is done with tears of injera bread, which is a kind of highly-glutenized, ultra-large pancake. It is a barrier to keep the sauce off your fingers ....kind of?!. Best to think of it as "Finger lickin' good" grub. this is all done with the right hand, as the left is taboo for use in feeding. It apparently serves ...one's other side, ....exclusively. It is a bit awkward for me as a lefty, but I am getting the hang of it.
At the market we obtained traditional Ethiopan clothes. Some cloth that Christy hopes to find time to sew into a shirt. A coffee pot to perform the coffee ritual (more on that in another blog) and yes, of course beans. both raw and roasted, delicious smell, that yummy nutty scent. Oh, I could cook pot after pot of the heavenly stuff. I hope to still have some by the time I return home.
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