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Buna, Injera and fitness

Early morning, small chairs and benches are arranged outside cafes. Many small cafes are erected on roadsides. Coffee beans are roasted. The smoke of beans fills the surroundings. As the customers arrive, the hot roast pot is taken around the customers, fuming the whole café. The customers seem to enjoy the cloud of coffee smoke. What a wonderful tradition. 

The freshly roasted coffee is ground. The whole café turns lively with the coffee aroma. Coffee is served in a small cup, with local incense on a tray. The serving lady sits and serves with a big smile and pours from Jebena until it is just about to overflow.
There is no rush, time simply stops in these cafes here. Every sip of coffee is magical. Every single drop of coffee carries history. Forget Starbucks and forget illy Caffe.

The main Ethiopian food is Injera, and it has many varieties. I am trying to get used to it. I was planning to bring Injera but I dropped the idea after knowing that it needs to be fermented for a few days. The preparation has to go through a long process. The food is so unique to this country. What a food, Yummy! 

I am also told that this food is the main reason for a fit physical body, which, I tend to believe but I need to verify - with myself. Let me try this for a few months. If I get fit, it is true, otherwise, I'm lazy.🧍🏋️
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  1. Shova MaharjanMarch 23, 2021 at 12:17 PM

    Indulge the balanced version of chatamarri. Share the recipe too

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