Last night we went to an Ethiopian Christmas party. Mainly we ate and talked about Ethiopia.
Here is some riveting information about how Christmas is done in the fine country of Ethiopia. I found it on the World Wide Web.
The Ethiopian name for Christmas is Genna, which comes from the word Gennana (eminent) and expresses the coming of the Lord to free mankind of its sins. Genna is also the name of a hockey-like game which is said to have been played by the shepherds when they heard of the birth Christ. Men and boys in villages now play the traditional Genna in the afternoon of Christmas day while elders and community members watch. Genna begins early in the day, around 6 AM, when people gather in churches for mass. Genna is celebrated on January 7th.
People receive candles as they enter the church. After lighting the candles everyone walks around the church three times, then stands throughout the mass, which may last up to three hours.
Food served at Christmas usually includes injera. Tye made doro wat and our friends made lentil dishes, beef tibs, cabbage and other vegetables.
I didn’t think I would like the food. I was nervous. I do love the concept of scooping everything up with bread. That’s just genius. But I was afraid of the spices. I’m not very good at loving foods I’m not used to.
Surprisingly, I really liked it! Bread, good. Doro wat, gooooood. Lentils, goooooood!
(who remembers when Rachel made a trifle with beef, sautéed with peas and onions, raspberry jam, and whipped cream or something because the cookbook pages were stuck together? Joey loved it. “What’s not to love? Beef, goooood. Jam, gooooooooood.”)
The injera was strange at first. It was sort of foamy/spongy. But then I got more used to it and it was great.
The spices- fantastic. I loved all the spices everyone used. Berbere, cardamom, turmeric and fenugreek mostly.
One more important fact about Ethiopian Christmas- gift giving is a very small part of it. Time is spent with family and friends and small gifts are exchanged. None of that consumer driven rushing around holiday stress. We can take a lesson from that, I think.
What’s your favorite holiday tradition?


















