Never made or attempted them before, but Biruk bought shrimp at the grocery store the other day. And we didn't have the ingredients for the shrimp meal that I do know how to make, so I decided to make fried shrimp instead.
dry pancake batter
poultry seasoning of some sort (all that was in the house)
meet-meeta (Ethiopian spice)
I was amazed myself when I tried it... I wish I could have made it fresh for Biruk, but he'll have to re-heat it tomorrow at lunch. But they were soo soo soo good.
A little later: We just got back from our date.
We ended by driving around the neighborhood. The houses to the east (I think) are only a few, mostly apartment buildings, but a few shabby houses. While the houses to the west (I think) are beautiful, it's a historic architectural area.
So we drove around and looked at the houses and made up things about the people who lived in them.
A pink house with tons of bright flowers in the front yard has to have friendly people living in it.
Biruk says that the tiny grey house with a perfect lawn has two little old men living in it.
The yellow house with almost every light shining making the little house glow has to have happy people living there, right?
We don't want to live in a house, we want an apartment. There are plenty of reasons for wanting an apartment, but I did see one beautiful, tiny house that if I were to live in a house, I would want to live there. It was stone, with an arched front door that was not attached right in the middle, but was put on an angle... not crooked, I can't properly explain it.
We didn't decide what kind of family lived in that house, but we both really like it.
Before that: We had gelato and some other italian desert
It was the cutest little coffee and snacks shop.
Yellow and red walls. Framed blackboards to tell prices and drink options. No matching chairs, sofas, or any other kind of furniture. The small end tables all had drawers and inside the drawers were napkins. People wrote poems or tips to live by on them. Someone wrote something about how he was in love with the woman drinking coffee with him.
Biruk and I both wrote something on our napkin- he in Amharic and me Spanish and English (If I couldn't read his, I didn't want him to be able to read mine. But later we told eachother what we wrote). And then we left the napkin in the drawer along with the others.
And... the gelato was fantastic. I had a scoop of mango and a scoop of pineapple. Whatever Biruk had as his dessert was good, too. Tusca? Toscu? Tusco? one of those was what we had.
Earlier: We walked around Whyte Ave. Which is the 17 Ave of Calgary, Kirkwood of Bloomington, Corydon of Winnipeg... ect.
We walked past a few overflowing resturaunts, looked in the windows of several stores and even found a few that were still open. At a gift shop we found the best bright red chairs... too bad they were owned by the store and not for sale. But we did find where they got their chairs. At the remaining stores that were open, we pretended to decorate and furnish our house.
The only thing is finding a landlord that will allow us to paint our walls, because we want anything but white walls! (or pink walls, that might be just as bad).
Tomorrow we might go to Calgary, and maybe Banff, which would be awesome. Even if we don't, I'm sure we'll have fun. Writing on napkins, driving through neighborhoods, no matter what we do we have fun. But it would be really fun to go to the mountains!