
I ladled the thick batter into the pan and pushed it around. Sizzle-sounds swizzled through the air. A few moments later air bubbles sluggishly began to push their way through the batter. Pop. Pop.... pop. Mr Picky walked over and sniffed the batter. "What is this stuff? It smells weird." "Laxoox, from Djibouti, but I'm not sure how to pronounce it. It's got yeast in it. Like, for bread." "Oh," he said, perking up at the word bread. We leaned against the counter and watched as the … [Read more...]

























