This was my all time favorite meal as a kid as I said. I went and got the right (fatty) beef for the job, the green apple and followed the recipe exactly. It was not quite the same. I imagine my mother’s curry powder was not the same as mine. Mine in fact may have been better than my mother’s but it was not my mother’s.
I ate it happily but the wave of warmth and nostalgia I expected to wash over me never happened.
I like her comments at the end of the recipe. “Add as much water as you like, within reason of course…” This is how Indians write recipes.
