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Ethiopiques

This morning as I sipped my Ethiopean coffee, I had one of those Marcel Proust ‘madelein’ moments.

As I grow older, I have more of these, as more of my life is behind me now, rather than in front.

It sometimes happens as I groove to Mulatu Astlakte. I am taken back to an Eritrean meal in the Middle East, as one of my Welsh colleagues had married an Eritrean refugee.

The bread was not very pleasant to my tastes, it was like a large wet muffin. The main dish a very hot, African meat curry called ‘zigny’.

I did enjoy the coffee however, as it was laced with fresh ginger.