According to house rules one must declare one’s intention to cook, claim the night as one’s own. In some households one person or the other might appreciate having a spouse who wants to cook, likes to cook, shops for it and does it. In this household we have 2 cooks who . . . etc. The battle over who gets to cook what and when could end up in fisticuffs if certain laws, rules and ordinances weren’t set in place. We are, after all, in the domain of a keeper of rules and so rules must be set. Although in this instance, I believe I made the rule years ago when I had planned to make something and husoor (Urdu for the boss) blithely declared he was making something else.
It did not actually come to fisticuffs, I’m bigger than he is and I took boxing in summer camp for 2 years which is where I learned that running away is about as good as I’m going to get at the manly arts. But I digress.
He had declared for dinner and made chicken korma. And while I seem to think he did not follow his own recipe (rules were broken, let’s face it) in the making of it, it was fabulous. Since he was at work during the day and I was dithering around the house, I made raita so I got in some cooking without technically breaking rules since making raita isn’t technically cooking.
Chicken korma, rice, naan, raita (the star of the show)