So tonight we prepared an Ethiopian dinner. I think it was authentic...but the recipe was from the internet, so I don't know exactly how accurate it was. It was really good; the girls didn't eat much of it, except the injera. They asked for butter and syrup! If you have made Ethiopian food, don't make fun; it was our first attempt.
So, in the style of
Pioneer Woman Cooks*, I present our feast:
I was in charge of the injera. The batter was supposed to be thin and runny:
Oops.
So, a little more water and we had this:
Much better.
This was cooked on a hot skillet. Check out the form. Yeah, that's a
ladle. Don't tell me I don't know the tools for the job:
After a few minutes, I had some bubbles forming at the top; apparently you're supposed to cook only one side:
And the finished product:
I was afraid it was a little thick, but after a search of Google Images, I felt better about my first attempt. Now, after this, I repeated these steps about 77 more times, because that's how much batter I had in that ginormus bowl.
Jana did the important work. Some spices on the chicken, cooked in one of my top 3 favorite ingredients: butter. (I know you're dying to know the other two: ice cream and bacon, not together of course. And yes, I am protecting my heart with cholesterol medicine...)
The chicken was removed and she cooked onions in the juices:
The chicken was added back in and simmered.
We didn't know what to do with the chicken, because you can't eat a big old chunk of chicken with injera, so we cut it up into only moderate sized chunks that were slightly less awkward to eat. Phew, glad that hurdle was overcome...
It was a beautiful night, so we ate outside. This applies because I'd like you to disregard the red plastic plate. Having said that, here was the finished product:
It was tons of fun.
AND, we're number 3 on the list!! Whoa!
*These photos aren't anywhere near the quality of Pioneer Woman's (Jana reads her blog, not me...I just enjoy the photography. Honest. No, really, I've never visited her site independently. Okay, maybe once...) but it must be the quality of our kitchen. Certainly couldn't be my technical ability...
