From Unwanted Wife to Dubai’s Pickle Queen

"Rose! What... what on earth did you put in that crock? Some kind of contraband? You've got every rich family in Dubai beating down our door!" I untied my apron and calmly wiped the red chili oil off my hands. "Nothing much. Just a few pounds of radishes, a couple handfuls of chili peppers, and the heirloom pickle brine my mama passed down to me." Outside, someone was screaming at the top of his lungs in broken English: "Open up! I want that! I have money! A hundred thousand dollars! Just give me one bowl!"