The meal I am going to analyze took place last weekend. My children and I met up with 3 other parents and 4 other children adopted from Ethiopia that have kept in touch over the last 7 years that we have been in the same area. In the past we had gotten together quite regularly to talk and let all the kids play with their Ethiopian friends. Jennifer and I still make it a point to meet up fairly regularly, however, Lisa and her partner Erica moved to the Bay Area with their kids a few years ago and have not had a chance to get together with us since then. They happened to be in town for a wedding so we all met at our favorite Ethiopian restaurant to catch up and let the kids all reconnect. Our meal took place at Queen Sheba restaurant in Sacramento. My daughters and I have been going there for about 7 years now. When I first moved to back to California after adopting my daughters I found a group of fellow parents who adopted from Ethiopia and in an effort to help my children hold on to what ever bit of culture they could attended my first meet up which happened to be at the restaurant. The owner, waitstaff, and cooks are all Ethiopian and have watched my children grow up over the last 7 years. While not an elaborate setup, this place offers a bit of home to my children. Through the process …show more content…
of eating Ethiopian food, it's very clear to see that food is not just food. It does more than just sustain us or curb our hunger, rather, it's an experience that connects people together. Eating in Ethiopia is an extremely social experience and everything is shared.
Because of this, our meals come on large over sized metal trays. The Ethiopian Orthodox Church sticks to fairly strict periods of fasting including Wednesdays, Fridays, and the entire season of Lent. Because of this, Ethiopian cuisine contains many dishes that are vegan. Our meal consisted on of two types of lentils known as Misr Wat and Kik Wat, a cabbage dish and greens dish similar to collards greens called Kik Alicha and Gomen respectively and while several in our party are vegetarian, my daughters and I aren't so we ordered sides of Lamb Tibbs, a spicy lamb dish with bell peppers and
tomatoes. As stated previously, eating in Ethiopia is a very social activity. We all eat from the same plate, using a spongy bread made from tiff flour as a Dort of utensil. In Ethiopia it is quite common to experience gursha, which is an important act of friendship and love. During a meal with friends or family, it is common for a person to use his or her right hand to rip off a piece of injera from its roll, gathers some Wat into it, and then feed it to another at the table. The larger the bite, the stronger the bond between the two people. My kids and I have been doing it to each other for years. The entire process of eating Ethiopian food
The warming atmosphere is one of a kind. Behind the counter are the caring faces of not just a worker, but a friend. Regular guests are called by name, sharing stories of families and the past week with the welcoming employees. Sitting all around in tables and booths are patrons from every category. Beside the window on a high table to the left is a lawyer, to the right is a mother and her two kids. In a booth in the back is a construction worker still covered slightly in concrete from a road job he had been working on back on 19th Street. All of these, enjoying a delicious meal of their special combination.
While this invitation produced anxiety for every person that attended this meal, the toll that it took on my nephew was rather difficult to watch. His father chose to attend the day before Thanksgiving; but a half-hour before the scheduled 2 p.m. time for dinner, he let his son know that his girlfriend and her children had decided to come as well. While the adults scrambled to add additional seating, my nephew excitedly stood outside on the porch anticipating his guests’ arrival. An hour later, this little boy dejectedly wondered whether his father had changed his mind. When his guests finally arrived, we all ate an awkward, cold dinner, and my ex-brother-in-law whisked them all (including my nephew) away to his family’s Thanksgiving meal, which meant that my disappointed nephew never got to share the chocolate pie that he had helped make.
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... I had never even seen most of the food displayed, I eagerly and respectfully tried each dish. After everyone in the room sat down at the massive table, the Rabbi picked up a glass of wine and made a prayer over it. Then, Rabbi Kanelsky passed around pieces of Challah bread to the entire table. This lunch festival was yet another ceremony dedicated to one of the member’s deceased relative. At the conclusion, the Rabbi said another prayer out loud for the deceased and the relative expressed his gratitude to everyone.
There were people with faces that showed how that they were clueless on what to eat but when they saw people of the same culture through their dressing, they had the expression of happiness written all over them. It felt like they had found a sense of home just by discovering their culture food and those of the same culture. They immediately got their food and went to sit in the section where their culture was present. Women and Men in official clothing chose to dine at the Chinese and Italian section probably because the stand was of a more decorous setting than the other
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