Our kids’ school has something like 60+ nationalities represented in its student body, with over 30+ spoken languages. Know what that means!
INTERNATIONAL SHARE-YOUR-FOOD NIGHT!
Or the “Festival of Cultures,” as the PTA calls it. But really — it’s about the food. Momos, Hawaiian barbecue, arroz con leche, sushi, samosas, and whatever the heck that weird Korean candy was: all there for the tasting. I walked around in a daze thinking, why on earth did I eat dinner before coming here?
It’s just like Salt Lake’s Living Traditions festival — but all the food was free! I could just weep. WEEP! In these pictures, my kids aren’t smiling because their cheeks are stuffed. Really.
I volunteered to help with the “Germany” table. Know what my food contribution was? PRETZELS. Because I’m guessing that nobody wanted any fresh sauerkraut. Call it lame, but every picky eater in the building that night was very, very glad to see that bowl of pretzels. Didn’t take home a single leftover.
I also brought the propeller-spinny thing (it’s called a wienachts-pyramide) and the Grimm bros. fairytales. Because, you know, culture.
Although if I had known in advance that the Korean table would be pumping “Gangnam Style” in an endless loop, then I might have brought Beethoven. Maybe.
But in truth, I must admit that, in the grand global sweep of the room, the Germany table couldn’t hold a candle to the other tables. I mean, who on earth can compete with Mexico?
Well, I’ll tell you who can compete: ERITREA. What you are seeing below is a traditional East African coffee ceremony, compete with beans roasted over a live flame (nearly setting off the fire alarm) then hand-ground and brewed in a special ceramic flask. It smelled so, so good. An Eritrean woman stood beside me and murmured, “Back there, we used to do this every day, usually twice a day.” I couldn’t tell if she was nostalgic or relieved. Anyway: injera. Plus four kinds of stew to go on top. I’m not even kidding. Where on earth did they find the teff flour?!?