Since we’re on the topic of Filipino-Mexican food comparisons, I also stumbled upon another Mexican treat bearing the same name of a popular Filipino breakfast fare: champurrado. Unlike the Mexican menudo, which is a world apart from the raisin peppered Filipino menudo; the Mexican champurrado is closer to its Filipino counterpart.
The Husband hates layovers because he’s just one of those people who do not want to waste time and energy in another place, so he always wants to fly direct to whatever destination. He was flat out disappointed when he learned that we had a 5-hour layover in Amsterdam, instead of flying direct from Dubai to Atlanta.
I, on the other hand, enjoy layovers. It is an insanely cheap-ass way of visiting two countries in one go. And if you know me, I am all for cost efficiencies. I know we won’t get the chance to step out of the Amsterdam airport (all because we didn’t have Schengen visas. Boo!), but still I knew that these 1st world airports (Please let us not talk about my home country’s sh*tty international airport. The thought itself is a downer.) would provide us with much fun and entertainment that the 5–hours would just whiz by. And oh my, did the time at the Schipol Amsterdam airport really fly by.
There was nothing great about Panorama Hotel in Bur Dubai, a hotel plucked right out of a bygone era: the dim, flickering lights that signaled dodgy activities, the musty fragrance of damp carpets and the elevators that climb at the speed of sloth. Once I entered The Palm Court restaurant, I was greeted by stifled smiles of waitresses draped in traditional Sri Lankan garb and the most lifeless live band that ever set foot on stage. The dinner buffet spread was generously peppered with what else…chili peppers and other heat inducing spices, of course.
But there was one dish that struck me.
Okay, technically, Al Mukhtar isn’t really in Dubai. It’s located at the edge of Dubai and a bit into Sharjah. Well, it is in Sharjah. But who cares? Al Mukhtar Bakery is an institution and was not missed as part of my Dubai Last Suppers, which was oh-so cleverly and strategically planned with a certain work related meeting in a Sharjah location. So, of course, Al Mukhtar was a must stop before we trekked back into Dubai.
If there is one thing that the Middle East can do extremely well, it is grilling meats. And it was just fitting to have our official last supper in Dubai at Cabrito Mandi in Umm Suquiem, Al Barsha (our former neighborhood). [Read more...]
Being in the middle is often not a good thing. You’re neither here nor there, or neither black nor white. You are just lukewarm, neither cold nor hot. It can mean cowardice for some, lacking the balls to choose a side. It is the gray area, obviously a drab color, which best describes the feeling of being in the middle.
This is where I am at the moment: right smack in the middle.
“Hey. What’s happening to you? How come I have not seen any new posts on your blog?” asked a couple of fellow bloggers and faithful readers. After getting that question from people who actually bothers to read my blog, I wanted to hide under the sheets from blogger shame. The absence from the blog seems that I have been doing nothing. And I’m the type of person who beats herself so hard when I do squander precious time, something that you could never ever gain back.
This blogpost has been sitting inside my head for a couple of weeks now. Oh, I stand corrected. Judging by the date on my last post, this blogpost has been over two months in the making. Night after night I thought of blogging, sitting on the couch and sharing my food adventures, which I have had a fair bit of, but somehow I managed to wriggle out of sitting still, digging up and sorting out the million and one thoughts in my head. And those thoughts just remained there…inside my head.
I did NOTHING.
I’ve heard that Dubai summers can be quite depressing. Imagine being stuck in an enclosed space filled with 10 ginormous SUVs, all revving up their engines with heat levels steadily increasing and exhausts on full blast right in your face that breathing is the most difficult thing to do. Imagine the suns fierce rays pinching every pore on your skin, burning you to a crunchy dry, unattractive crisp.That’s how it feels on most days.
And if you’re stuck in Dubai with no travel plans out of this country and just sick of bumping elbow-to-elbow with the crowds at the shopping malls, then I suppose depression is possible. The past weeks have been a routine of office-work-office-work. Nowhere to go. Hardly anything decent to do, except enjoy our wee flat’s air conditioning.
This heat does fry your creativity and spirits like it did to me. I actually don’t mind being burnt once in a while because when you get burnt, you do learn something new. Like the first time I tried Beef Rendang.
I used to be happily munching on round caramel waffle discs from Double Delights, which I could easily find in any hypermarket like Carrefour and LuLu or in our neighborhood grocery store at 2AED for a packet of two. But now that I’ve tasted Gouda’s Gilde stroopwafels from Amsterdam (a nice small box shared by my boss), I truly believe that not all caramel waffles are not created equal. I could never imagine myself satisfied with a Double Delights caramel waffle.
Why are Gouda’s Gilde stroopwafels so special?