Endotheweek

Busy morning, procuring injera and miserwat for my adopted Ethiopian nephews; the spongy flat bread and spicy red lentil sauce are favorites of theirs, and come from a tiny store/deli called Zuma. As I waited for the women there to put together my order, one came out and asked if I would like coffee. I'd heard that Ethiopian coffee is amazing, so I accepted. She brought back a lovely demitasse full of dark brew and a bit of cream, from a pot they'd just made for themselves. They roast green coffee beans, grind them, and brew them in a special pot, a design that's been used for a very long time. Could not be much fresher. It was a gift from them, no charge.
Family arrives this evening, and it will be fun to see the boys.