Expat foodie

Culinary crisis in an elegant restaurant in Rome: Not even a free lobster the size of a small dog could appease this miserable couple.

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.