The spices are in large sacks. Older Emirati women clothed in black abayas with bronzed face masks or black veils, accompanied by their teenaged grandsons, scoop up handfuls, running the spices through their fingers, judging the texture, bringing the handfuls to their nose, chatting a blue streak in Arabic to the shop keepers...and now I'm guessing...driving a shrewd bargain.
I can guess at half of the contents of the sacks...the other half is a mystery.
The shop keepers don't always know the English name for one thing or another and we certainly don't know the Arabic or Indian name...more's the pity.
The wonder of it is that people all around us are buying generous quantities.
Believe it or not, spices are sold in the very same manner in the stainless steel, glass and tile grocery stores in the slicker parts of town; large sacks of spices and dried herbs from which people scoop up large amounts to be weighed. No teeny tiny bottles here. Just lots and lots of free flowing spices and herbs. At the grocery store (called a hypermarket), I put what I thought to be a generous scoop of spices and dried herbs into several plastic bags. The bags were the size I would use for oranges or apples back home, because that's all that was available, handed them to the clerk behind the weigh station and got a chuckle from him for my paltry amounts!