When the injera is first taken off the skillet, the bottom will have a hard or crispy texture. I stack them up on top of each other to cool, and during this process, the bottom becomes nice and soft.
One batch this size makes about 20 injera. I store the cooled injera in plastic bags, rolled up.
If you need some recipe ideas for toppings, there are some great ones on Ethiopianspices.com Our favorites from there are the Doro Wat and Shiro!
Enjoy!
Bedlam at the Bradshaws.........
Friday, May 25, 2012
FINALLY!!!! An injera recipe that works!
Friday, May 18, 2012
Ethics and American Ethnocentrism in International Adoption
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
MAUI OR BUST! (a few weeks late on this....)
I got invited to Maui recently to visit a friend on vacation, so who was I to refuse?!! Being just a short flight away, I booked the cheapest ticket available and patiently waited for my 36 hour vacation to begin! For some reason, I never checked what type of airplane Id be flying on, probably because I never do! To my surprise (that might be an understatement) I arrived to a very small terminal, which was separate from the main airport, and all I saw in the back was a tiny little 9 seater plane the size of a roller skate! I tried to play it cool, and calmly asked when our plane would arrive, at which point my fears were confirmed, that roller skate WAS the plane! I laughed, then laughed some more. Then looked at the luggage belt and saw a mounted pair of deer antlers laying on it, and got slightly concerned. I felt like I was on a really bad episode of “Wings”!


So after the check in guy, who reminded me of Crosby from Parenthood, checked me in I went to the small line that was also known as security. There, Waldo the security guard let the family in front of me go without screening any of their kids, but then took my toothpaste away! He said it was a liquid. It was a white paste. Whatever.
So, in Hawaii style, the pilot showed up 35 minutes late. But that wasn’t my biggest concern. I was more alarmed with the fact that he looked like a 17 year old Mormon missionary boy! After an internal battle over whether or not this trip was worth risking my life over, I followed him across the flight line to the plane with the other five concerned passengers.

To lighten the mood, I climbed aboard and announced "I call window seat!"

Once seated, we fastened our seatbelts that reminded me of seatbelts in dusty old vehicles where the shoulder strap was optional, we took off!

The plane hopped through the air and ultimately landed in Moloka’i. Yes, my 30 minute flight to Maui had a layover!

Landing in Moloka’I made me feel like missionaries on a trip to a remote land far far away. It was surreal! We waited inside of a small gate and sat on the only bench available to wait out our layover. But that was short lived, as the small bench doubled as baggage claim, so we soon lost our seating to some boxes being flown in!

Back in our roller skate airplane, we finished the flight to Maui and I was never so happy to be off a flight (minus the flight in Russia where half the seats were missing parts and it smelled like a gross Goodwill). Deb and Jeanne were waiting at the gate to greet me and were as surprised by what I flew in on as I was! We spent the evening catching up over some wonderful pizza!!!
The next day Deb treated me to an INCREDIBLE Whale Watch! It was just UNBELIEVEABLE! If you ever want to see whales, to go Maui!!!



After getting off our Whale Boat, we watched some fisherman wash down the fresh catch and slice it up. Still a bit airsick from the day before, and at the suggestion of another tourist, we didn’t sample it.


We had some lunch then roamed around Maui a bit and ate some Hawaii style shaved ice!


I was sad to leave, the trip was so short, but Im thankful for the opportunity to see faces from home and Maui at the same time!!
So, I thought Id seen it all on the flight to Maui, what could possibly surprise me on the way home?? We barely made the check in time, but the very mellow check in clerk looked at my computer printed email confirmation from buying the tickets (NOT an actual ticket) and said, “ok, go stand in a line over there.” He then loaded the plane, and he changed into a pilot uniform! Within the first 5 minutes of the flight I had come up with a list of things you don’t want to see your pilot doing! Here goes:
1. Wearing a class ring
2. Texting on take off
3. Two arm stretches with no hands on the wheel
4. Looking at a pilot manual!
All those things happened and more, but thankfully he didn’t start bragging about his extreme sporting adventures and complete fearlessness until after he landed the plane leaning way too far to the left!
Pics from the flight home:
Moloka'i




Oahu



I got invited to Maui recently to visit a friend on vacation, so who was I to refuse?!! Being just a short flight away, I booked the cheapest ticket available and patiently waited for my 36 hour vacation to begin! For some reason, I never checked what type of airplane Id be flying on, probably because I never do! To my surprise (that might be an understatement) I arrived to a very small terminal, which was separate from the main airport, and all I saw in the back was a tiny little 9 seater plane the size of a roller skate! I tried to play it cool, and calmly asked when our plane would arrive, at which point my fears were confirmed, that roller skate WAS the plane! I laughed, then laughed some more. Then looked at the luggage belt and saw a mounted pair of deer antlers laying on it, and got slightly concerned. I felt like I was on a really bad episode of “Wings”!
So after the check in guy, who reminded me of Crosby from Parenthood, checked me in I went to the small line that was also known as security. There, Waldo the security guard let the family in front of me go without screening any of their kids, but then took my toothpaste away! He said it was a liquid. It was a white paste. Whatever.
So, in Hawaii style, the pilot showed up 35 minutes late. But that wasn’t my biggest concern. I was more alarmed with the fact that he looked like a 17 year old Mormon missionary boy! After an internal battle over whether or not this trip was worth risking my life over, I followed him across the flight line to the plane with the other five concerned passengers.
To lighten the mood, I climbed aboard and announced "I call window seat!"
Once seated, we fastened our seatbelts that reminded me of seatbelts in dusty old vehicles where the shoulder strap was optional, we took off!
The plane hopped through the air and ultimately landed in Moloka’i. Yes, my 30 minute flight to Maui had a layover!
Landing in Moloka’I made me feel like missionaries on a trip to a remote land far far away. It was surreal! We waited inside of a small gate and sat on the only bench available to wait out our layover. But that was short lived, as the small bench doubled as baggage claim, so we soon lost our seating to some boxes being flown in!
Back in our roller skate airplane, we finished the flight to Maui and I was never so happy to be off a flight (minus the flight in Russia where half the seats were missing parts and it smelled like a gross Goodwill). Deb and Jeanne were waiting at the gate to greet me and were as surprised by what I flew in on as I was! We spent the evening catching up over some wonderful pizza!!!
The next day Deb treated me to an INCREDIBLE Whale Watch! It was just UNBELIEVEABLE! If you ever want to see whales, to go Maui!!!
After getting off our Whale Boat, we watched some fisherman wash down the fresh catch and slice it up. Still a bit airsick from the day before, and at the suggestion of another tourist, we didn’t sample it.
We had some lunch then roamed around Maui a bit and ate some Hawaii style shaved ice!
I was sad to leave, the trip was so short, but Im thankful for the opportunity to see faces from home and Maui at the same time!!
So, I thought Id seen it all on the flight to Maui, what could possibly surprise me on the way home?? We barely made the check in time, but the very mellow check in clerk looked at my computer printed email confirmation from buying the tickets (NOT an actual ticket) and said, “ok, go stand in a line over there.” He then loaded the plane, and he changed into a pilot uniform! Within the first 5 minutes of the flight I had come up with a list of things you don’t want to see your pilot doing! Here goes:
1. Wearing a class ring
2. Texting on take off
3. Two arm stretches with no hands on the wheel
4. Looking at a pilot manual!
All those things happened and more, but thankfully he didn’t start bragging about his extreme sporting adventures and complete fearlessness until after he landed the plane leaning way too far to the left!
Pics from the flight home:
Moloka'i
Oahu
A Time Such As This…
A few months before we left Virginia I was watching a late night program about woman’s prisons. In the program it showed a few Mother/Child visits, and for several reasons, it pulled at my emotions. The weeks following, I couldn’t shake it. I remember going on evening walks, still thinking about the program. One evening I prayed. I asked God to open the doors if He wanted me to be involved in a woman’s prison program of some kind when we moved to Hawaii. Then I thought perhaps the whole idea was really foolish, I mean, would HAWAII have prisons?!! At the time I imagined it likely didn’t. This led me to question why it was so heavy on my heart. Time passed and the thoughts of the program faded.
We church hoped in Hawaii for a while. Someone at Calvin's job kept mentioning a church right down the road, so we finally decided to go check it out. It seemed ‘ok’, the Pastor came across as a level headed genuine guy. So we kept going, and in Hawaii style, everyone was kind. Still, we found ourselves keeping an emotional wall up. You can only be burned by so many churches before you stop making yourself vulnerable!
A few months into a regular routine of attending the 9:30 service, they showed a video. The video featured a program called ‘Kids Day’, an event the church puts on several times a year at….. you guessed it, a woman prison! It is a day of games, laughter and love between the female inmates and their children. One thing I have learned from being an adoptive parent, is that NOTHING replaces a biological connection! And every effort should be made to keep parental relationships strong. Once upon a time, I may have ignorantly thought the children of prisoners would be better off adopted by a more stable family. Now as a Mother, I see the arrogance of those thoughts.
What I experienced today made me a better person! The selflessness of the volunteers, the exhaustive physically demanding assistance from the women who didn’t have children visiting, and the love and nurture I saw the mothers pour all over their babies! They weren’t criminals today, they weren’t low class citizens or junkies, they were mothers. Beautiful mothers with beautiful children, cherishing every precious moment together. I met some amazing people today, on both sides of the fence!
Time came to say goodbye and the air grew heavy. I found a post on the far end of the pavilion and hid behind it thinking about rabbits, about their hair, about their nails, about how a rabbit scratch itches. I thought about anything that wasn’t thinking about the women 100 feet behind me kissing their babies goodbye. My eyes watered as I clenched my teeth trying to hold back tears, but still a few fell. Then I thought about how unfair life is. I imagined that if any of these women had grown up in small town Iowa like I did with two wonderful parents and a great support network, they wouldn’t be telling their children goodbye. Perhaps then they’d be sitting next to me, fighting back tears and wrestling with guilt over the opportunities they had been awarded.
If I wasn’t so emotional, and if I didn’t cry so easily, and if I had more courage, perhaps I would have spoken to them then. Perhaps I would have said “Im so sorry. Im sorry for every form of abuse that happened to you as a child. Im sorry for everytime you werent kept safe. Im sorry for every person that has used you. Im sorry for every time you needed to hear you are loved and no one was there. Im sorry life wasn’t fair to you.”
A few months before we left Virginia I was watching a late night program about woman’s prisons. In the program it showed a few Mother/Child visits, and for several reasons, it pulled at my emotions. The weeks following, I couldn’t shake it. I remember going on evening walks, still thinking about the program. One evening I prayed. I asked God to open the doors if He wanted me to be involved in a woman’s prison program of some kind when we moved to Hawaii. Then I thought perhaps the whole idea was really foolish, I mean, would HAWAII have prisons?!! At the time I imagined it likely didn’t. This led me to question why it was so heavy on my heart. Time passed and the thoughts of the program faded.
We church hoped in Hawaii for a while. Someone at Calvin's job kept mentioning a church right down the road, so we finally decided to go check it out. It seemed ‘ok’, the Pastor came across as a level headed genuine guy. So we kept going, and in Hawaii style, everyone was kind. Still, we found ourselves keeping an emotional wall up. You can only be burned by so many churches before you stop making yourself vulnerable!
A few months into a regular routine of attending the 9:30 service, they showed a video. The video featured a program called ‘Kids Day’, an event the church puts on several times a year at….. you guessed it, a woman prison! It is a day of games, laughter and love between the female inmates and their children. One thing I have learned from being an adoptive parent, is that NOTHING replaces a biological connection! And every effort should be made to keep parental relationships strong. Once upon a time, I may have ignorantly thought the children of prisoners would be better off adopted by a more stable family. Now as a Mother, I see the arrogance of those thoughts.
What I experienced today made me a better person! The selflessness of the volunteers, the exhaustive physically demanding assistance from the women who didn’t have children visiting, and the love and nurture I saw the mothers pour all over their babies! They weren’t criminals today, they weren’t low class citizens or junkies, they were mothers. Beautiful mothers with beautiful children, cherishing every precious moment together. I met some amazing people today, on both sides of the fence!
Time came to say goodbye and the air grew heavy. I found a post on the far end of the pavilion and hid behind it thinking about rabbits, about their hair, about their nails, about how a rabbit scratch itches. I thought about anything that wasn’t thinking about the women 100 feet behind me kissing their babies goodbye. My eyes watered as I clenched my teeth trying to hold back tears, but still a few fell. Then I thought about how unfair life is. I imagined that if any of these women had grown up in small town Iowa like I did with two wonderful parents and a great support network, they wouldn’t be telling their children goodbye. Perhaps then they’d be sitting next to me, fighting back tears and wrestling with guilt over the opportunities they had been awarded.
If I wasn’t so emotional, and if I didn’t cry so easily, and if I had more courage, perhaps I would have spoken to them then. Perhaps I would have said “Im so sorry. Im sorry for every form of abuse that happened to you as a child. Im sorry for everytime you werent kept safe. Im sorry for every person that has used you. Im sorry for every time you needed to hear you are loved and no one was there. Im sorry life wasn’t fair to you.”
Monday, February 27, 2012
Raffle still running!!!

If you havent donated yet, and want to, no worries, the raffle is still open for another month! Lots of great items have been added!!
Ethan started Chemo again a few days ago. His Mother says that he is worried about loosing his hair again, and down right scared :-(
Please pray for Ethan and his whole family. Please pray for a MIRACLE!!!! And if you want to show physical support, please donate :-)
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