weekend breakfasts are beginning to become a little bit of an OTT affair. first, there's bolognese/bolognaise, whichever you prefer, with super long strands of spaghetti and of all things, cocoa in boiling hot milk. and the sauce must be rich and full of minced beef, not the diluted kinds you feel cheated over at most places.
or like this morning, sunflower kernel/sesame wholemeal bread rolls with lavish servings of butter and cheese, eggs, baked beans, honey ham and tomato soup with butterbeans, potato cubes and carrots.
and then you end up as One with the Sofa, never moving your ass till after four in the afternoon.
we have been busy shopping, it's the DSS, the Dubai Summer Surprises - it's the Emirati version of the Great Singapore Sale and i only have this to say, THE DSS IS FAR SEXIER THAN THE GSS. for a variety of reasons. first, you have strange Mediterranean lookin men doing a funny dance on stage at the mall, i didn't quite understand the music, but the constant butt show offs across the stage was a plus.
and then, there are these Part Sales, whatever that means. these signs are everywhere. am i supposed to wait till they become Wholly Sales before i start purchasing like crazy? but i'm afraid that after weeks of waiting, that Part Sales ARE the actual sales, and by then, the DSS is over and everything is back to being almost unaffordable and i'm stuck with an wardrobeful of clothes with fluff and lint from repeated use and overwashing.
[picture missing here as blogspot's being a pain at the moment]
and of course, the number of (cool) free mugs we get for spending money is a +. i usually reject free gifts, but considering the fact that i unknowingly picked up the display set of the free gifts wanting to actually buy them - we graciously accepted 12 mugs. there are two mouths in this house, but hey, with all these mugs, we can multi-drink: tea, coffee, coke, juice, liquer, beer, wine.
[another picture missing due to inability to upload picture for the umpteeeeeenth time].
conclusion, despite risks of being ovenbaked and slightly dust sprinkled in the heat here, the DSS is far sexier than the GSS.
[picture of hazy skyline missing due to, well, you already know]
today, i was reading a magazine that accompanies the local newspapers. there was an article about 10 underrated virtues - one of which is Being Fair.
the cheek.
dare they ASK us to be fair.
what i really hate here is the fact that for some reason, 9 out of 10 people here do NOT get the concept of first-come-first-served. in fact, no need to queue! just shove your way to the front to order your fuckin' burger or push past the obviously-waiting-for-a-fitting-room-me to stand in FRONT of me then promptly walk into the first available room without the courtesy to offer it to me, me, WAITING ME. don't even get me started on toilet cubicles when your bladder is full and you are trying to maintain your dignity by NOT crossing and uncrossing your legs.
reminds me of the time when we vacationed in India - nobody bloody queued 85% of the time. people in ever other country i've been to QUEUE.
so, back to playing fair here, a particular hokkien swear word referring to the nether regions of the female human being echoes in my mind quite a fair bit. i bet they'd have difficulty even spelling The Word, you know, U before E and after E but not after the last E. both locals and expats do it, courtesy and basic chivalry is dead - it's all about ME, ME, ME, SERVING ME.
so you know what? don't try printing an article in a widely read magazine that we should Play Fair cos i do not appreciate baking in the desert heat waiting for a cab that is constantly stolen from us only 5 metres away. they aren't ignorant, they don't give two hoots.
so you learn quickly and do as the Romans do. scan the scene, and shove your way through if they look like a bunch of unappreciative, rude bastards.
i am passionate about cows. i love 'em. they're beautiful, gentile, (smelly) sweet bovine creatures. i love their leather, their moo-s, their beef, their milk, the cheese and butter.
but there's just something about the cows here. the lactose levels in the dairy products shoot through the roof - and send me running to the toilet a little too much.
had a really good piece of beef tonight at the Irish Village. at first i was astounded by how large the serving is.
and then i licked the plate clean.
and then i was still able to have a Baileys Cheesecake - this is the best cheesecake i have ever had in my entire life. the succinct, yes, succinct, flavour of Baileys just melts with the cheesecake on your tongue, and the crust, OH THE CRUST, it's the kind of orgasmic experience you'd have as a kid sucking on Farley's Rusks.
[again, am unable to upload delicious shots of Fillet of Beef and the Cheesecake - but do, do, imagine it in your mind and join me in kicking the wall because i am getting increasingly frustrated with blogspot here].
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