Going home

Home As an expat, one only seems to return home for an event or a catch up. If it’s for an event, you catch up with as many people as you can while you’re there, and if you come back purely for a catch up, you try and schedule it to coincide with an event,…

Sheikh Shaq

When someone in my group of food-obsessed blogging friends started jumping up and down about a burger joint called Shake Shack, I had absolutely thought that she meant Sheikh Shack. I pictured this majlis-style hot spot with a swanky modern take on the Bedouin tent. An elite place for the wealthy local Dubai males to…

O happy biscuit

“You are going to have a very comfortable old age” That, I seriously doubt. With my love of Champagne, Bouche D’affinois, chocolate truffles and many other vessels of alcohol, sugar and saturated fat, combined with my complete lack of willpower, I am probably going to spend my old age unable to move due to weight,…

The Dough Stripped Bare

Last week I attended the launch of N_K_D Pizza (alias for Naked – oooh, far too naughty for the Middle East!) with a bunch of my famished foodie friends, including Ms Custard Pie, The Spontaneous Euphoric, The Scribblelishesse, Dubai Biter, and Mezzaloonie (she’s not really a loonie). They already wrote pieces on the opening, and…

Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmare

more about the show here I love the food channel. Back in Melbourne, before my kids grew up and commandeered the television, Saturday mornings would provide 4 hours of back-to-back entertainment by the way of Masterchef and Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares. It’s the perfect way to clear the hungover brain – watching people cook and get…