The Joy of Indian Food and other Stuff
On my cousin's birthday in July last year I discovered Indian food. Mostly because she got a wide variety of takeout from Bombay House. Had you asked me if I liked Indian food prior to July 2009 I would have said no, knowing that I had never had it. I once attempted to have it in London except that we never found an Indian food restaurant and ended up having pizza instead. That was the most expensive pizza I have ever eaten.
The reason I thought I didn't like Indian food was because of my experience with Ethiopian food. Yes, I am totally aware that it is not only a different country, but on a different continent. I don't need a Geography lesson here, I just lump anything that is saucy-like with rice into one basic genre of food.
Back in the late 1990s I was dating a guy who was an extreme foodie. I think the vast majority of our dates were to restaurants, and as a result I did try some new things and gathered some additional favorite restaurants in the DC area (such as Bilbo Baggins - if you ever go there try The Lord of the Rings dessert). His favorite restaurant was Fasika's in Washington, DC, so he insisted that my roommate and I try it out. I should have known that it was going to be an issue when they brought out a huge tray of what looked like different colored plops of infant poop.
(When I called my mother and told her about it, I used a four letter word that she only ever told me to use when I really mean it. I really meant it.)
My other response was, "No wonder there was a famine in Ethiopia! I wouldn't eat their food, either!" Anyway. The original Faskika's burned down. I won't share my thoughts on that. Since July 2009 any chance I have had to inhale Indian food I have taken. And I do mean inhale. Indian food is the sort of thing where you think you want to eat a ton, but, if you do, you will regret it later. It literally expands in your stomach. And not in a good way.
I don't know that there is a good way for food to expand in your stomach.
My favorites are Chicken Tikka Masala and Chicken Coconut Kurma. I also love naan. My husband has been trying out naan recipes in between dieting. I'm a fan of his knowing how to make it. I know how to make Chicken Tikka Masala thanks to Pastor Ryan's recipe from The Pioneer Woman. It turns out well and feeds a lot of people. Fortunately I have friends that can make things like Samosas. I even have friends that can make Mango Lassi, but they moved to Seattle. Friends who can make Indian food should not move away from me.
How inconvenient and rude of them.
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I love, love, love, love Indian food. *Love*. I'm so glad you joined the party :)ReplyDelete
I am so glad you converted. :)ReplyDelete
Woodstock was thrilled you came to get "mosas" with us for her (our) birthday. (So was I, but things are cuter coming from a 3-year-old - generally).