The Husband always said that the Dubai life is fast paced. I never really believed it until I realized that it’s been a little bit over a year since I’ve set foot in the desert as a married woman. Upon realizing this, a fuzzy sentimental feeling washed over me as I recall the very first proper home meal The Husband and I had as a married couple.
Exactly ten years ago, I fell in love with The Husband: my food trip partner in crime (who I swoon about every now and then), my best friend and my worst critic. Today is our official 10th year together, but our 1st year together as a married couple. Because The Husband is off at work today, we couldn’t do anything special together. Instead, I had a special anniversary cake made…
“I saw you looking at Jam E Jam supermarket. What’s in there? I saw your head turn and your eyes lit up when we passed that intersection. I saw you!” The Husband quizzically asked me.
This is one thing that Dubai-nites can never escape: entertaining tourists.
I’ve had a handful of visitors from the Philippines in the few months that I’ve been here and I’ve helped them navigate their way through the city of gold, especially on the food front
Tonight, a good friend of The Husband (they go way back in high school) stopped over in Dubai from a company incentive trip in Moscow. So we took him around some of the standard Dubai sights, which are not easily accessible via public modes of transportation, for some touristy photo opportunities.
This is a story of two little piggies: Sir Loin and Miss Piggy.
Two little (But oh…who in reality are not-so-little anymore) piggies, who are psycho porcine cannibals because they enjoy eating their own kind with much gusto. They would go the extra mile or maybe a few more to purchase a kilo or two for their monthly food supply from these hidden porky enclaves in the desert city.
Today was no exception…
“Come here. I want to embrace you.” The Husband called out to me for a quick afternoon nap. I was in dire need of one because of some intense headaches I’ve had this morning.
I’ve been cooking for myself and my family for quite some time, but cooking has indeed changed when I started to cook for a customer, who is not compelled to gloss over or sugar coat the truth. The Husband is brutally honest and I love him to bits for that. So when he says my cooking is disgusting, he means it…every single word.
Dubai ethnic eats queen, I live in a frying pan, was so kind to share her exotic coffee stash, fresh from one of my most favorite food places on earth, Malaysia, where coffee beans are roasted in butter and sugar. Arva had me at “butter” roasted coffee, so I was convinced that this was indeed a special blend and needed to have a cuppa ASAP.
But like most good things, there is a catch. Why does there always have to be a catch? Why?!?! I needed a coffee filter to weed out the ground coffee from the buttered liquid black gold. And coffee filter we have not.
The sun was doing what it did best: SHINE. But then, this is the desert, so the sun should shine better than it should in other parts of the world. It was not one of the best days to spend outdoors (unless you enjoy baking your skin to a golden – hopefully not burnt – crisp) but The Husband and I had to. Their company invited their employees and their families for a day of fun under the desert sun at Mina Siyahi. And so I slathered on some sunscreen on my face for good measure, put my sunglasses on and foolishly left my cap at home for a day of mingling with fellow strangers to this land.
Aside from knowing the scorching temperatures, I knew there’d be food…lots of it. I knew that there’d be games. But I did not know that the company’s big bosses would be dunked into a small vat of water.
We attended the wedding reception of some friends last night, another first in my life here in the desert. To be honest, it was such a refreshing change to the usual pageantry of Filipino weddings, which now involve too much frills…