Fooooood – and Feeling Hot
Is it just me or do I feel hot in my normally subarctic office? Or maybe it’s my hormones – ovulation time no doubt. No wonder almost every guy – even the ugly ones – suddenly seem so appealing. I feel so hot I feel like stripping to my undies. My jacket is already off, and my blouse isn’t that thick that I would sweat normally – but I am.
I feel feverish. I’ve even tied up my wet hair – showered in the freezing morning. Took my shoes off, pretty much done whatever is humanely decent to cool myself – short off fanning with a piece of newspaper and having some super-cold drinks. And all this heat is making me sleepy.
I even wet my hands with cold water and touched my neck. Temporary relief. Probably not the best time to mention that I’m craving for some yummy, gooey, mac ‘n’ cheese. I make pretty decent mac ‘n’ cheese with elbow mac, white sauce and a generous mixture of cheddar and mozzarella. But I’m craving for the baked version – with a crumby topping on top.
The last amazing mac ‘n’ cheese I ever had in Dubai was at Hard Rock Cafe. It had the tube spiral macaroni – cavatappi – with grilled chicken. It was quite yummy.
I also had this craving for crinkle cut chips – I always find them crispy and is a cherished childhood favorite. When I was in Boston from 91-93, we used to have these small, boxed Ore-Ida crinkle cut chips that you could pop in the oven and eat. It’s sad that I can’t find it anywhere in Dubai, and hardly whenever I travel the states. Although I was happy to find them on my recent trip to Chicago.
I gave up ever finding them in Dubai when *cue heavenly music* I find them in the Lulu hypermarket in Barsha. The one that caters to westerners and have many American and British products. I found a bag of Ore-Ida crinkle-cut fries. I don’t care how fattening it is. I picked one up. Bloody expensive, but worth the rare treat. I’m going to bake ‘em tonight and savor the crinkle-cut goodness in ketchup.
PS: Anyone wants a ‘chai’ recipe just say so, and depending on the response will post one up soon. As a bonus, will add some yummy snacks that go with the chai.
PPS: JT is fine, for those interested. I’m in touch with him pretty much everyday and will post about what’s up with us soon.
Branded…
And so I planned to go for a movie all by myself after being rejected a few times. Bought an e-ticket to make sure I go. And then Zahid calls up. Yells at me for not calling or making an effort to get in touch. Well, I was a lil self-involved with my family falling apart and all.
Anyway, he convinced me he’d refund that cash I paid if I show up and go shopping with him. And dinner and shisha to boot. So after alot of haggling and trying to make sure I stuck to my plan, I gave in and said I’d see him instead. He said hanging out with friends was better than going for a movie alone.
So we went shopping. And I landed up with my first branded item – A Gucci bag. Not just any bag. A gigantic, soft leather tote-bag like thing. Not telling the price. I’m rather ashamed of it. But Zahid convinced me and he said retail therapy helps. I’m not too sure. I’m not a shopping person, let alone brands person. The most I’ve ever splurged on are on books, food and software, in that order. And for something as frivolous as a bag? Zahid’s gonna turn me into a girl yet. Next thing I’ll be going to a salon everyday for a manicure, pedicure and blowdry while clutching my Gucci handbag and Miu Miu shoes while wearing Prada and Victoria’s Secrets undies. Oh lord.
But Zahid means well. He sensed I was down and cheered me the best way he could. Except I’m broke now. With a lovely bag. Oh well.
