One day earlier this field was covered with tiny “meskel” flowers–thousands of little yellow faces in what looked like a broad pasture area. The next day this huge pile of potatoes was gathered out of the soil.You can just barely see a few of the harvesters in the background of this first picture, finishing the digging work.
This man below is Mammo. I haven’t figured out exactly what all his roles are in this community, but I had to give him money to apply for a coupon for the purchase of sugar, he shows up when the school has electrical problems, and now I paid for a “qumtal” of potatoes. The girl in the next picture is his daughter, who might have the prettiest smile in Ethiopia.
I’m waiting as they bag up our potatoes. One of these bags is approx 100kg. Fresh from the field, “that’ll be $14.50, please.”
Another little friend, come to watch her daddy work probably.
Mammo and Bejiga are ready to load ours in the car.
Stored in the bag, potatoes will perish quickly. In the cool dark of our storeroom, they should last 4-5 months (or so we’re told–I’m not sure the rats won’t come before that). We’ve been eating a lot of french fries this month.