Curry or something

When I mentioned to the Royal Indian Mounted Police that I was going to make curry for dinner he spit the mouthful of martini he was drinking across the room before collapsing in hysterical laughter. He then immediately started giving me instructions. Yeah, I just threw everything in a pot and that was that. I have authentic spices…they were his, in fact. And I had a lime leaf and frozen fresh ginger. It turns out that frozen ginger is a lot easier to grate than raw ginger.

It was good. Fortunately I wasn’t serving it to him. I can’t begin to imagine the verbal drubbing I’d have received. But I liked it. The raita was nice too.

I’m not sure what function the lime leaf served I don’t think I could taste it at all but it’s, you know, very Indiany.



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