Word: lentil
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...There are few other diversions. The newspapers I bring are read and reread, then torn into strips to use as cigarette papers. Alcohol is banned and food is scarce. For two days there is gristly pork-a treat for the guests-and afterwards only tiny salted fish or lentil gruel. When the Philippine army blocks supply routes, the rebels hunt the depleted forests for wild pigs, monkeys, snakes and beetle grubs...
...food and flatbread, but still I was thrown off by the table-sized basket we were led to. The staff at Asmara had clearly seen my look of confusion before, because the menu explained everything: the injera; the name of the traditional dish of chicken, meat, or peas and lentils in red pepper sauce (“wot”); the name of the table (“mosob”); and the presentation of our food (on a single tray placed inside the basket). Our server kindly recommended a dish called “sega bebaynetu...
...coffee ceremony, a half-hour ritual where the beans are ground and roasted in front of you. "We make coffee to satisfy all the senses," says manager Foster Sanga. "You can see, smell, hear, touch and taste it." But it's the food that truly satisfies. Subtle spicy chicken, lentil, lamb and chickpea sauces, are served, as is customary, on a giant communal injera (pancake) and washed down with honey wine. "It's difficult to know how strong it is," says Sanga. "Every bottle is homemade-each one is unique." A bit like Addis...
...coffee ceremony, a half-hour ritual where the beans are ground and roasted in front of you. "We make coffee to satisfy all the senses," says manager Foster Sanga. "You can see, smell, hear, touch and taste it." But it's the food that truly satisfies. Subtle spicy chicken, lentil, lamb and chickpea sauces, are served, as is customary, on a giant communal injera (pancake) and washed down with honey wine. "It's difficult to know how strong it is," says Sanga. "Every bottle is homemade - each one is unique." A bit like Addis...
...only one affected by her travels. Liz K. Panarelli ’07 came back to Harvard in January after teaching in Tanzania, living for four months on variations of beans and corn. As she sits in the Eliot Dining Hall, deliberately eating first a bowl of lentil soup, then a small plate of succotash, one might wonder if she has grown accustomed to this type of food. The difficulty of returning to Harvard surprises students, who expect—and are expected—to fit right back into the undergraduate lifestyle. Harvard is known for its rapid pace...