Why I’ve basically ghosted y’all that are here for recipes and have been a failure of a food blogger:


In short: I got into a bit of a slump with cooking, my DH was offered a position halfway across the globe, the on-again/off-again nature of that job offer and the ensuing d-r-a-m-a that came with it was emotionally exhausting and I crawled into a carb, I went into research/freakout mode and didn’t want to cook, we thought the pup might have cancer, the DH jetted off to said other corner of the world, and in short … life got reaaaaaaaaaal complicated.

But … if you’ll bear with me … I’ll be back soon to my food blogging self, with new cuisines to explore and new experiences to share.

Where are we going? 

Doha, Qatar!

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Yes, I am aware how nutbuggy insane that sounds.

I am moving to the other side of the planet – to a tiny muslim country most people have never heard of before. On purpose. Me. With the half-shaved head of currently purple hair. Me of the foul mouth and loud opinions. In an overwhelming patriarchal monarchy that practices Sharia law. Wikipedia


No, I will not have to wear a burka. Or a hijab. Yes, it is polite to dress modestly (no see-through tank tops or hoochie shorts) – think tees and capris or maxi dresses.

Yes, it’s a quintillion degrees. And it’s humid. Even though it’s the desert. Weird.

No, Qataris don’t want to murder Westerners – quite the opposite. Qatar depends on having an expat workforce. And, while Western workers are treated quite well, the country doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to unskilled labor. Wikipedia

No, I won’t lose all my rights. While it’s jacked up to my Western sensibilities that my DH will hold my visa, I can get a job if I so choose, can come and go freely in and out of the country, and can drive a car if I want. I’m sure there will be a thousand things to piss my feminist self off once I get there, but you know what? It’s not my country of origin, and they do things differently. Not necessarily how I would choose to do them, and I’m sure I’m going to struggle with that, but I’ll be okay. Deep breaths.

Yes, things are expensive there. The country is covered in sand – oil: yes, tress: no. According to Wiki, they also have 142 fungal species and the national animal is the Arabian oryx. I had no idea there was enough vegetation to support more than camels. I’ve got a lot of cool stuff to learn.

Yes, we are bringing the dog. Importing a dachshund doesn’t seem like the most difficult thing in the world (famous last words), and I should be able to show up at the airport with him + paperwork and all should be well (bwahahahahaha that sounds naive).

Yes, we have somewhere to live. It’s a one bedroom fully furnished apartment.

And those are the high points of the frequently asked questions I’m getting. If you have any other questions, let me know in the comments below.


And, you guys – in an effort to allay my #1 fans’ anxiety about the move, I’ve started a YouTube channel. Before the move, I’m detailing things like: planning for the move, packing for the move, getting rid of 98% of our stuff, and the thousand other little things that need to be done to accomplish something of this crazy magnitude. After the move, I’ll be posting about things I’m experiencing and giving general life updates weekly so my Dad (#1 fan) worries a little less. And so I can keep in touch with my friends and family back home a little easier. I figure if I have you all to “talk” to, maybe the transition won’t be as rough.

The channel is here – current posting schedule is attempting to be Tuesdays and Fridays; we shall see if I can keep it up. Don’t forget to like, subscribe and hit the notification bell to keep up-to-date there. I won’t always remember to post something on the blog.

I’ll still be posting here as well, but for the time being I’ll mostly just be uploading my pictures of the day (consequently, this move is why this year I have missed more PODs than in the last – what? 6? years total). I have 2 recipes in the pipeline I made for DH’s going away party to share, but I’m not planning on cooking for myself a whole lot. I’m mostly grabbing deli takeout at the moment. That, or cobbling together whatever looks edible from the bodega on the corner. Or, eating in the building. Or, eating waaaaaaaay too much out at places that are just too damn delicious but not what I need to be eating in life (hellooooooooooo cumin lamb noodles from Xi’an Famous Foods).

If you want more on my NYC “bucket list”, let me know and I’ll post more about it now that I’m not actively avoiding posting anything too major in life because I’m all up in my head about the move.