Expat foodie

Ever done something so dangerous that afterward you were stunned by the stupidity of what you’d done? As an expat foodie living in Indonesia I did just that.

One night my mate came home bearing a gigantic blood sausage, a gift from a Kikuyu farmer concerned about my failure to get pregnant . . .

Cooking disasters, anyone? I was once faced with a culinary fiasco of mystifying proportions while living in an African village.

How getting your daily fix of good bread can make you feel like a criminal. If you live abroad, politics may get in the way of your habit.

You eat with your fingers. Plastic bowls of water, a bit of soap, and small towels are available for the germ-conscious. Clearly this is not the year 2020.