north meets south

We had a little dinner get together at my place the other evening. It was my brother Po, his wife Janna and our mutual friend Fatima. I made a soup (see recipe in previous blog post) which Fatima said looked and smelled like an African stew. I guess this is what I'll have to call it from now on. :-)

(Above Fatima is telling a story which made Po and Janna crack up)

After dinner we had a bit of ice cream with Ethiopian coffee, and then water pipe with my Tunisian tobacco came out, which we all enjoyed.

The cats were nowhere to be seen. I later found them all snuggled  up on my Moroccan puff... Guess it turned out to be a Swedish - African themed evening? Strange.