World’s Best Injera
Waiting for school to end, five, four, three, two ,one, beeeeep, summer officially started. Temperatures reaching 80-90 degrees, people walking around with nearly nothing on, men with shorts and underwear and girls with bikinis. As I’m walking through the hallway I see mixed emotions, people who are crying, who don’t want to leave their friends then there’s people who just run out the door with excitement and don’t bother to look back to say goodbye. So shocked in everything from the first day, when people are finessing their new cloth and shoes, to finals, where people are stressing about their grades, “Do you think I can reach that A+ if I do some extra credit,” Students tend to ask, everything goes by so quickly. This summer my plan is to hit the weight room and work on my game so I can play varsity the following season. That was all ruined two days into summer, when my mother and father decided to go to Ethiopia. My hopes and dreams for the summer were destroyed. I had no choice but to take advantage of my free time and make this the best summer ever. I asked my cousin about Ethiopia since it was my first time visiting there. “you have to the Injera from …show more content…
It's about a 10 minute walk from our house, it's really busy with thousands of customer per day. By 2:00 people are lining just to eat injera, there’s not a menu, they only make two types of injera with different toppings. The thin dough taste like sweet and sour bread, best I ever tried. Its smooth, tender, delicious and incredibly thin. There’s the dark and sour one and light and sweat, I came to realize it’s a mixture of both light and sour injera making it so mouthwatering. Yummy, healthy, chewy, sweet and sour. On top there is red waat, which is tomato sauce and spices that’s extremely hot. I tear into in the injera, my mind is feeling some type of
Waiting for school to end, five, four, three, two ,one, beeeeep, summer officially started. Temperatures reaching 80-90 degrees, people walking around with nearly nothing on, men with shorts and underwear and girls with bikinis. As I’m walking through the hallway I see mixed emotions, people who are crying, who don’t want to leave their friends then there’s people who just run out the door with excitement and don’t bother to look back to say goodbye. So shocked in everything from the first day, when people are finessing their new cloth and shoes, to finals, where people are stressing about their grades, “Do you think I can reach that A+ if I do some extra credit,” Students tend to ask, everything goes by so quickly. This summer my plan is to hit the weight room and work on my game so I can play varsity the following season. That was all ruined two days into summer, when my mother and father decided to go to Ethiopia. My hopes and dreams for the summer were destroyed. I had no choice but to take advantage of my free time and make this the best summer ever. I asked my cousin about Ethiopia since it was my first time visiting there. “you have to the Injera from …show more content…
It's about a 10 minute walk from our house, it's really busy with thousands of customer per day. By 2:00 people are lining just to eat injera, there’s not a menu, they only make two types of injera with different toppings. The thin dough taste like sweet and sour bread, best I ever tried. Its smooth, tender, delicious and incredibly thin. There’s the dark and sour one and light and sweat, I came to realize it’s a mixture of both light and sour injera making it so mouthwatering. Yummy, healthy, chewy, sweet and sour. On top there is red waat, which is tomato sauce and spices that’s extremely hot. I tear into in the injera, my mind is feeling some type of