While I joke about my #whitegirlproblems, I do lead a blessed life. One of the exceptional things about living int he Middle East is meeting people from around the globe. I am fortunate to have friends and colleagues from dozens of countries including The Philippines and Somalia. While the situation in The Philippines is well documented, the recent Cyclone in Somalia may have passed you by. I was especially moved when at a special event at my workplace, colleagues spoke movingly about the plight of people in both countries. Today in Qatar has been earmarked as a day of solidarity for our friends in both countries, and I urge you…
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Udder-ly Delightful Cheesemaking Class
A cheese convert…love this blog post about the joys of making your own cheese. Maybe a good reason for me to visit Adelaide in July?
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Half Baked or Cheese Cake…
One of the most amazing things about doing this blog is the enthusiasm and support I have received from my friends and loved ones. Nearly everyone who is important to me has played a role in this…either as a partner in crime, a supporter or just a “suggester”. I am in awe of everyone who has supported me and continues to. Thanks to everyone who has made a suggestion, helped with a photograph, came along on an adventure, enabled access to cheese, organized a tasting, sent me some goodies or gave me feedback and encouragement and even read this blog! Here’s to more adventures as I head off over the…
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Labne…labne my cheese addiction…
Sitting in my fridge, nestled next to the Mint Slices, are a lovely wedge of Machego and a ceramic pot full of stinky Stilton. I had all intentions of tasting them and blogging about their fabulosity this past week and a bit, but life and a bout of the flu got in the way. They will remain in the fridge for another few days as today I have decided to write about a cheese that changed my idea of what a cheese actually was. And this post is also a tribute to a little country that is close to my heart and again finds itself on the precipice of chaos.…
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And so it begins…
It must start somewhere and why not with something extravagant? I braved the hordes at Jones the Grocer Doha today and purchased a hunk of truffle brie. That’s right. Brie infused with truffles. It could be heaven in a rind or play havoc with my self diagnosed IBS. Standby for the results of my endeavor.
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Tales from a life on the wedge
It’s pretty obvious to people that know me that I have an unhealthy obsession with cheese. All. kinds. of. cheese. Hard, soft, washed wind, stinky. French, Italian, Greek, Nepalese. Cow, goat, sheep, rice (lets talk about that later). Since I first discovered the healing qualities of a grilled cheese sandwich as a child, I have been in love with what is essentially, fermented milk. So why not channel this borderline obsession into something productive? Over a hunk of brie I hatched a plan. To combine travel, writing and a love of cheese. I was watching Survivor Philippines at the time, so I decided to throw in a challenge – discover…