Listen, it’s a fact. I don’t like my cheese tampered with, adorned or prettied up. In my view, this usually means the cheese itself is bland and in need of some “styling”. And so it is with this creation – Rambol Walnut Cheese. I may have been feeling a little desperate, stuck in a generic supermarket and keen to get my cheese obligations done for the week. In a moment of weakness, I bought it, as you can see, I deigned only to try the smallest piece the deli girl allowed. I mean I love cheese, like walnuts, what could be so bad? It’s a processed cheese with layers of…
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Heavy Breathing – I Just Want (Brin) D’Amor Cheese
Well before this blog came into beng, I would frequent the cheese counter of a food hall within a hotel in Doha called La Cigale. I would spend Friday afternoons, and a good chunk of my earnings from several jobs, there. But as happens, familiarity bred contempt. I went there too often. I started to notice they weren’t taking care of the cheese. The staff weren’t as helpful. And we fell out of love. Actually, if I am pressed, I do say the main reason I stopped going was that the valet parking there is rubbish (white girl problems anyone?). But, in a fit of nostalgia (homesickness and missing people),…
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Kofta-esque Fantasy – Show Me the Curry!
I will go to great lengths to get my hands on a cheese dish, regardless of its availability. This is what happened on my recent trip to Mumbai. I had been craving Malai Kofta, a vegetable and cheese dumpling in a creamy curry sauce, from the minute I booked my ticket to Mumbai. What I didn’t count on was this amazing dish being from a different part of India. And we all know how justly parochial Indians are about their cuisine. Luckily for me, the chef at the Grand Hyatt Mumbai where I was staying knew how it make it. And the results didn’t disappoint. Kofta are balls made from…
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Back from Exile
Yes…I know…I am ben remiss. But the start of 2013 was one for the books – fraught with hectic work pressures, a tummy flu and other white girl problems. But don’t fret, I have a backlog of posts I am about to unload…