For a couple of weeks, Rosie has asked for injera(a staple of Ethiopian diets-a thin crepe-like bread made of fermented teff). She would come to find me, rub her tummy, and say, "Mommy, tummy, injera". I tried to order injera online, but the website that supplies injera seems to be out of commission. I was so sad. Rosie has done so great with eating all of the new things she has been given, and I really wanted to be able to give her injera when she was obviously missing it. So Gareth and I had decided we would have to drive to Oklahoma City, as there is an Ethiopian restaurant there. Driving 2 hours for dinner is something we have never done before, but how else to satisfy that injera craving?
Then, while out doing some shopping last week, I was approached by a lady who asked if Rosie was Ethiopian. Turns out, this lady was, too. While we were chatting, I asked her if she knew anywhere local that one could buy injera. And, she hooked me up with some local Ethiopian families who make injera and all sorts of traditional Ethiopian dishes to sell. Hurrah!
On Friday I surprised Rosie by going to pick up injera and dorowat while she was having a nap. When I got home, I opened up the package and called her to come look.
When she saw the plate of injera, there was dancing and singing in the kitchen!
Noah loved it, too.
Nathan, however, was not convinced.
In the end, Nathan did enjoy it, and now I'm happily planning our next Ethiopian meal together, grateful that we can keep this part of Rosie's heritage for her, and especially grateful that we don't have to drive 2 hours just to eat! Isn't it just like God to arrange for us to meet someone who could point us in the right direction, supplying not just our needs, but occasionally our wants, too!