Midnight curry in the garden of good and evil

My boyfriend loves curry.  If I was made of curry, he would eat me and not be mad at all that I was no longer there to be his companion.

All last quarter when it was his turn to cook he would make curry– and by make I mean he would try very hard to replicate his favorite curry in Savannah (and quite possible the world): Al Salaam Deli.

But alas, he was never satisfied. It was never quite as good and so his curry dishes turned into curry soups and experiments that became less and less appealing each week.

This Christmas, I (hero that I am) bought him a curry cookbook and my mom (hero that she is) gave him a bunch of ingredients from Penzeys Spices.

So we’ve been cooking curry and although I’ve always loved his cooking (cough, not that one time when you just put a giant pile of ground beef mixed with onion and tomato on a plate) it is a major upgrade.

Despite my best intentions to go to bed early, we keep completing our curry around midnight, hungrily feasting and then (I at least) go right into a peaceful food induced coma of sleep.

Observe, visuals:

In the process of some butter chicken curry that was in fact "smooth like velvet," as the cookbook said it would be.

Curry number two: lamb spinach curry. We made this with two of his roommates, we were too hungry so we didn't let stew long enough so it was a little watery, but the lamb was still pretty damn good.

One happy camper.

I look forward to the many onion induced tears, wafting spices and curries to come…I just hope I’ll be able to enjoy them before midnight.

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1 comment
  1. Leandra said:

    food induced comas are the best

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