In case you missed my post on facebook, one afternoon Josh and I were watching MasterChef: Australia on the tv in our hotel room while we were getting ready to go out to dinner. The challenge was to recreate a dish without being given the recipe. Two of the chefs incorrectly chose veal as their cut of meat and one chef used pork for his cutlets. I couldn’t figure out what swear word everyone kept repeating until I realized that the Arabic tv censors were bleeping out the word “pork.” It felt just like watching the American version with Gordon Ramsey, except he uses a lot of actual swear words and doesn’t get censored nearly as much. One of the chef judges went on a rant that sounded like this: “I can’t believe he tasted the bleep cutlets and didn’t know they were bleep. How can you be a chef if you can’t tell the difference between veal and bleep? Bleep is white, veal is red. Bleep has a nice layer of fat, so it’s richer. Veal is much leaner. What a donkey!” *The judge didn’t actually call him a donkey, but Gordon Ramsey would have. Today our boxes that have been in transit for over 1/2 a year arrived. It would have been lovely except that they also came with an extra large helping of rat droppings. Between the rodent poop and the fact that I opened one of the kitchen boxes to find that the movers packed open packages of food (including open chocolate that turned to soup), candles, and even an open sterno can (that melted everywhere) I felt like saying a lot worse than “pork!” All is good. Only a few things were broken and I didn’t notice anything missing. Another good move completed. (That makes nine, not counting our temporary move back to the states). Hopefully I can get the house cleaned up and back in order tomorrow and then I’ll have time for more Abu Dhabi stories.