Almaz by Momo

I love finding a secret. It pampers the selfish egotistical side of me. I’m clever enough to know this secret, and nobody else does. Will I tell them about it? Or will I keep it to myself, selfish, enjoying the quiet Friday lunches. I mean, if I tell you all about it, you might all…

Souk, Souq, Suq

I can smell it as the abra touch-parks at the riverbank. The aromas lead me stumbling up the gangplanks and into a throbbing intersection. I ponder for a moment – safe stroll through the subway, or manic death-wish rush through Deira traffic? I opt for the road – the thought of darkness, dankness and urine…

Za’atar

Living in the Middle East is a dream for a spice lover. It is of course, smack in the middle of traditional spice trails, and the trading hub for all the fragrant and piquant treasures of this world. Baharat, Sumac, Saffron, Cardamom, Oud, Roses, Za’atar. The list goes on. A trip to the spice souk…

No pain, no gain

I’ve always been more of a non-recipe cook. Don’t get me wrong – I love cookbooks, but after years of working in restaurants alongside chefs – some great, some mediocre, I have realized that once you develop some basic knowledge, and learn to trust your taste buds, anyone is capable of inventing a recipe (implementing…

The Source

When I first came to Dubai for a little look-see with my husband, a weekend break to decide if we could ever live here, we were taken around by a French Relocation Expert. This was in 2007, when Dubai was heaving in every imaginable direction – up, out, down, in. The hopes and dreams were…