“Have curry, will travel?”, popped up a text on my phone yesterday morning. The girls were supposed to come over for a curry last night but owing to childcare issues I was being asked if I could take my curry to another house (mountain to Mohammad and all that).
“Why not?”, I replied.
My mum got in there quickly as said that as I was making a chicken curry, could I please make a potato curry with the same masala and absolve her of her dinner-making duties? This would leave her free to do her filing and bookkeeping. At this point, may I lodge a complaint? Everyone at home seems to be working for the husband – the son is excluded at this moment because his laptop has broken, and not because he is only 8 and so might not be that accurate with Excel. Oh yes, and maybe he is not meant to work at his age?
Anyway, I agreed to make both the curries after I got home from work – a mistake as I was so filled with ennui that I repeatedly chopped ingredients and absentmindedly threw them in the dustbin instead of the mixer. Two curries were made in the end but as the son pointed out the potato curry was OK – not AOK just OK.
Here is the recipe in case you’d like to give it a go: