Guest Blog by Djalene Temesgen
I started drinking bunna (Amharic for coffee) when I was 18 years old. Late? I know. That is because my parents thought of coffee as addictive and wanted to spare me. But I managed to steal a sip or two behind their backs, and I knew that I would start drinking coffee (officially) as soon as was free of my parents’ supervision. So, I did. Soon after I started college, I began drinking coffee religiously and I have stuck with it ever since.
I drink macchiato (Ethiopian-style), cappuccino or any other drink with coffee in it. But my favorite is plain black coffee made in the traditional clay pot (jebena). I think what makes this special for me is the ceremony as much as the coffee itself.
For me, drinking coffee the Ethiopian way is much more than just the drink. I am sure the same is true for many of my fellow-Ethiopians. It is as much about the ceremony and the gathering (and the discussion about everything and nothing)! It is probably one of the few occasions where families, neighbors and friends allow themselves to relax Read More