The little girl in this story, Feven, along with her little brother, isn’t afraid of trying new foods like broccoli, watermelon and mac-and-cheese. But for each meal she needs to decide: should she use utensils, or is this a food to eat with her hands? Each meal is an opportunity to learn and play. When Grandma comes to visit, the whole family gathers around the dinner table to eat injera, an Ethiopian and Eritrean flatbread. And Feven knows just what to do.
Sometimes I Eat with My Hands reminds us that customs around food can be central to who we are, and that learning to eat means sharing with the people we love. Includes an author’s note.
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