A Dubai-Mex Dinner

As if they could read my mind, some of my best girlfriends sent us a care package with all of the fixings for a Mexican meal at home. Anyone who has been abroad knows that if you can find Mexican food, it's always overpriced and never good. I tried to make fajitas a couple of weeks ago but I bought cheese-flavored taco seasoning on accident. I didn't know that even existed and I'm sad that it does. Needless to say, this couldn't have come at a better time for us after that disappointment.

I'm especially looking forward to this as it will be my first time in months that I've made a meal that doesn't include either taragon, coconut milk, or garam masala. Gracias ladies for what I know will be a fabulous Mexican feast, Dubai style.

I don't know why I never cease to be amazed by the lack of organization and infrastructure here. The package was addressed to us at Rob's work (since we don't actually have our own address) and ended up at the al Karama post office: a bus ride, 40-minute metro ride, and a 10 block walk from our apartment, followed by a painful 45-minute wait at the actual post office. A nice day out if you don't count the part where we had to explain the purpose of taco seasoning to the unpleasant and dubious man behind the counter.

But it's worth it because we're still apprehensive to try the few Mexican restaurants in town, including Cactus Jack's, Maria Bonita's or Goodfellas, the final of which markets itself as "American, British, Indian AND Mexican." Cuisine from literally all around the world within four walls could never be good unless it's in the food court by our house (again, astonishingly delicious. Don't judge.)