I haven't forgotten my mission here; it's just been a hectic couple of weeks, starting with some minor elective surgery and a week's recuperation for my husband and ending, tomorrow, with Easter dinner, the only holiday I host at this point in time. I've got the plans, though, and I need to get back into the groove next week, as the Ethiopians are feeling the lack of Ethiopian food. At one point last week, they were playing outside with us and I had to go in to start dinner. With eyes and face full of excitement and hope, one of them ran up and asked "are you going to make 'opian for dinner, Mama?" Sadly, I wasn't.
Tonight, as I worked on preparing all that I could ahead of time for Easter dinner, I was reminded of what my husband said to me after my nit'ir qibe post: "Why don't you ever show the aftermath?" He can ask this because he's in charge of aftermath 99% of the time; we long ago brokered a deal where I cook and he cleans up. The greatest part is we both think we got the best end of the stick, except, perhaps, for nights involving nit'ir qibe or starting a holiday dinner for a dozen adults and three children. Then I think he begins to have his doubts.
So, without further ado, I offer the aftermath of tonight. It's not an Ethiopian-inspired mess, but it's prodigious. I dedicate this post to my husband.