Well most people out there already know I'm back in Addis because through the wonderful world of modern technology I have been able to reach out to say 'hey' in some way. Right, so um, I guess I'm back from the 'field'. I still don't really know what to say. I'm supposed to blog for work and every time I try to write something it just seems to miss the mark. How to share something interesting, meaningful and important without underselling it? I honestly have no clue. Blogging for work...well we all know how that went down over in Lesotho (if you don't know, Tara and my mandatory got shut down for being too honest and containing too few stories about stupid things like remembering to carry your own toilet paper, grocery shopping, and taking public transit).
But anyway, what can I write here now. I had shiro tegabino for 9 meals - dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner. And then I threw it all up. Whoops. Should have had the goat tibs specially made at the request of the ferenjis for the CPAR staff dinner in Dibate. I had been cocky enough to think I'd make it out of Ethiopia without an illness this time. So far I am 3 for 3. BUT the first time was just a weird bad cold and this time I made it an entire week without getting ill and my sickness didn't interfere with work, so there you go.
I'm feeling much better and was able to have an avocado juice/smoothie what what this morning. Dang they are so good. I missed the best food day yesterday which involved said avocado juice and this egg pizza with honey. Maybe it sounds gross but it is absolutely not. Anyway, I'm mostly back on track. I also went all of yesterday without coffee...the first time in probably over a year. I had a headache as a consequence.
Does it seem weird that I am writing so much about food when much of our images of Ethiopia are about famine? Yeah it seems weird to me too, especially since our projects here are about food security. Um I can say the good news is, our projects are working. I met with a bunch of people who are applying improved farming practices and bam, they are growing lots more food so that is a great thing. I also met with a group of women who were part of a PD Hearth session - they were identified because their children under 2 years of age were suffering from malnutrition. Then they come together at someone's home for a couple of hours for 12 days straight. They learn about using locally available nutritious foods and cook together and feed their kids together. The kids get weighed daily and at the end of 12 days if they are up enough weight and in the right weight category, they graduate. If not, they do it again for another 12 days. This has really worked because of the emphasis on using foods that are available, common and accessible. and from hosting the sessions at someone's house, using cooking equipment that is there and having each woman contribute some of the food used and do some of the cooking. I'll put in a photo for you. But I guess the point is, development can work. So let's say I'm inspired or hopeful or grateful or something and I will likely continue to blog about food, because one way or another, it's common to us all.
This is why I'm never going to come up with a suitable blog for work...the ramblings of a wandering ex-pat are not suitable for the public eye.
But anyway, what can I write here now. I had shiro tegabino for 9 meals - dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner, lunch and dinner. And then I threw it all up. Whoops. Should have had the goat tibs specially made at the request of the ferenjis for the CPAR staff dinner in Dibate. I had been cocky enough to think I'd make it out of Ethiopia without an illness this time. So far I am 3 for 3. BUT the first time was just a weird bad cold and this time I made it an entire week without getting ill and my sickness didn't interfere with work, so there you go.
I'm feeling much better and was able to have an avocado juice/smoothie what what this morning. Dang they are so good. I missed the best food day yesterday which involved said avocado juice and this egg pizza with honey. Maybe it sounds gross but it is absolutely not. Anyway, I'm mostly back on track. I also went all of yesterday without coffee...the first time in probably over a year. I had a headache as a consequence.
Does it seem weird that I am writing so much about food when much of our images of Ethiopia are about famine? Yeah it seems weird to me too, especially since our projects here are about food security. Um I can say the good news is, our projects are working. I met with a bunch of people who are applying improved farming practices and bam, they are growing lots more food so that is a great thing. I also met with a group of women who were part of a PD Hearth session - they were identified because their children under 2 years of age were suffering from malnutrition. Then they come together at someone's home for a couple of hours for 12 days straight. They learn about using locally available nutritious foods and cook together and feed their kids together. The kids get weighed daily and at the end of 12 days if they are up enough weight and in the right weight category, they graduate. If not, they do it again for another 12 days. This has really worked because of the emphasis on using foods that are available, common and accessible. and from hosting the sessions at someone's house, using cooking equipment that is there and having each woman contribute some of the food used and do some of the cooking. I'll put in a photo for you. But I guess the point is, development can work. So let's say I'm inspired or hopeful or grateful or something and I will likely continue to blog about food, because one way or another, it's common to us all.
This is why I'm never going to come up with a suitable blog for work...the ramblings of a wandering ex-pat are not suitable for the public eye.
This woman gives her little guy a post-feeding wash down!
This is in Guba, Benishangul-Gumuz Region, about I don't know 30 km from the Sudan border.
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