Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Juices

by Cindy


Fruit juices are really popular over here.  You can get passion fruit, guava, cranberry and kiwi, litchi, youngberry, pomegranate and lime, lime and mint (my favorite), watermelon, mango, pineapple, kiwi, strawberry and the list goes on and on.  You always have to be careful because often times they mix LOTS of sugar with the juice but you can ask for the sugar on the side.  When you do that, you get pure liquid sugar in a coffee-creamer-like-container and you can add the sugar yourself.  Here I had a lemon juice, tart and tangy just like you put a straw into the side of a lemon, and then I added the amount of sugar I wanted.  Instead of coffee and cream - it's juice and sugar.



Wednesday, March 21, 2012

High Tea on the Dubai Creek

by Cindy

My Friend Chris and I wanted to get together and try something new in Dubai.  She's always up for an adventure and she's good at finding new things to do.  This time around, we chose High Tea while cruising the creek.  I'm sure Jeff was breathing a sigh of relief that he got a pass on this tea.


Glass top boat with tables set for tea.

Front top of boat for lounging around while cruising.

Chris with our yummy food.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

More Tunisian Treats

by Cindy

Some more goodies from my Tunisian neighbor and her mother.  I gave them some cream cheese brownies in return.

Sweets - the one on the left is chocolate and butter crackers.  Jeff and I think it tastes a bit like graham crackers.  The one on the left tastes like a chocolate swirled pound cake.  Both were really yummy.

I have no idea what this is called and it had everything in it - tuna, eggs, beets, carrots, potatoes, green beans, olives, cheese, peas and I can't remember what else.

Again, no idea what this is called but in America we would call it a spinach quiche with tuna.  It was really good and made for a very filling breakfast.
I love being able to share food with my neighbor and get to experience some real-deal Tunisian food.  I think I'm going to have to start sharing some Tex-Mex foods with her!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Mushy Peas

by Cindy


Every once in awhile we get a craving for fish and chips.  For our American readers who aren't familiar with cuisine "across the pond" in the UK, fish and chips = fried fish and french fries.

Fish and chips often come with mushy peas or Brussels sprouts - neither of which are worth eating.  You can get some great chocolate from Brussels but the sprouts are not so great.

This latest dish of fish and chips came with mushy peas.  Mushy peas are just what you imagine - mushed-up green peas.  Unfortunately, there's nothing extra to keep them from tasting like peas.  We were dining with someone from Texas who thought Jeff had received a side of guacamole with his fish and chips....  Not exactly.


Sunday, March 11, 2012

Church Pot Lucks

by Cindy

Even here in the UAE our church enjoys a good meal.  When we have our baptisms we have potluck dinners, which are great.  But when we have our membership meetings, we have a catered meal.  It will be hard to top this if we ever leave the UAE...



No meal is complete without shwarma!
The dessert table!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Tying the Knot

The following article is taken from our local paper.  It's written by an Emirati who grew up largely in the US and has recently moved back to the UAE.  It's part of a series of articles that he's writing on learning the culture here.  This one is about the process of how Emiratis get engaged and married.  The article in the paper is available at this link.


Weddings vary greatly around the world according to region, culture, religion and family background. Having attended a few in the United States, and stumbled on one in Kashmir, my experience of the ceremony is still developing. But when my brother recently put the wheels of his union in motion, I was set to further my nuptial knowledge through an Emirati experience. The men's side, anyway.

The first steps in this local unification came in the form of a meeting of the female sides of the families. Since mothers know best, the prospective groom's mum - my mother - along with the other women of our family, undertook the ice-breaking journey to the house of his intended. This scouting expedition ensured the women of the families, particularly the mothers, became familiar and gave the women in my family their first glimpse at the bride-to-be.

Once everything was assuredly in order among the females, it was time for the males of the families to gather. Dressed up in our finest and trimmed to a tee, we men followed the same path our women had taken just a short while earlier. Familiarisation again was key, but it was also at this time that the formal request for the lady's hand in marriage was made and details of the essential, predetermined dowry would be ironed out. These discussions would not be held by the future groom, but rather the patriarchal heads of the families. This is, after all, not just a union of two people but a coming together of two families requiring appropriate representation.

Made in the presence of all, the official request, dowry details and replies were communicated briefly at the beginning of the evening with the rest of the visit dedicated to the men getting acquainted. Relations were not hampered in any way by the incredible levels of hospitality given by the hosts, who permitted no lulls between the offering of coffee, tea, fruit, desserts and a local dinner not for the faint-hearted eater.

Having gone smoothly, the first meeting of the men gives way to closer contact for the women. Now they will begin ironing out the details of the bride's hope chest (an elaborate gift box containing the Dh20,000 dowry, jewellery, fabrics, ouds, perfumes and more), of the engagement and wedding rings, of the engagement party, of the milcha (a process in which the marriage is made legal by a religious sheikh), and of the wedding dress and wedding, all to be paid for by the groom and his family. By contrast, the extent of the bride's responsibilities are preparing herself and shopping for a wedding dress. Not too bad a deal on her side.

Once the groom has spent his heart out, the engagement party can take place. The milcha can be held either then or the day before the wedding, and my family opted to have it at the same time as the engagement party. Here, only close family were invited, which in our culture includes a few cousins, uncles, aunts, brothers- and sisters-in-law as well as parents, grandparents, siblings, nieces and nephews.

On this occasion, the men and women of the families were brought together under one roof, but in two separate living rooms, with the sheikh and the children the only ones permitted to travel freely between both.

Dressed in our finest kanduras, we were witness to the legal bond of the bride and groom according to Islamic law. The groom and the head male of the bride's family joined hands while the sheikh, sitting between them, grasped their hands, recited Quran and had the men repeat marital vows. Once the social contract had been signed and witnessed, the news quickly spread to the other living room. Being in earshot, we clearly heard the ululations, the almost deafening, high-pitched celebratory sounds.

For the families, this meant we were now bound together by this union, and in an instant our family numbers mushroomed. For the groom and bride, it signified permission finally to be alone. But the marriage would not and could not be consummated until after the big wedding. This last step in the Emirati marital process, yet to be taken in this instance, is where the new wife and husband are revealed and announced to the extended family and greater community.

Never before having been a witness to the procedures of an Emirati marriage, I am fortunate to be experiencing the process for the first time through a member of my own family. Although the customs of Emirati weddings vary greatly within the different regions and tribes, I now have a better perception of what they entail - and what might be expected of me in the near future.