Last week my Dad noticed a sign on a store window advertising injera as we were driving home from the U of M. I asked him to pull over and excitedly went inside to look around. There were five men hanging out inside, and their conversation came to a halt when I walked in. I'm guessing they don't have many non-East African shoppers, and I could feel their stares as I scanned the store. I was beginning to feel pretty awkward, so I hurriedly bought some injera and walked up to the cash register. One of the men decided to break the silence and asked me incredulously
"you cook Ethiopian food??"
I laughed and explained that I didn't, but my Dad did, and that I had Ethiopian brothers who loved injera. Soon, all the guys the store were asking questions. They asked if I spoke any Amharic, and so I said "Sime Kelsey New" (My name is Kelsey). We had a really fun conversation about Ethiopia. As I was leaving, the man at the register said "I have a gift for you, to help you learn more Amharic" and handed me a really cool poster illustrating the letters of the Amharic alphabet. I was so excited and thanked him many times before I left (once in Amharic even!). I am so happy to have met such cool people.
My dad cooked Ethiopian food the next day, which thrilled Tekle. It is still so fun to see how excited he gets about injera and "doro wat" (Tekle calls anything we put on injera doro wat, even though doro means chicken, and this sauce was beef").