My house smells like curry. I’m not apposed to this situation, since there is a beef curry simmering on my stove-top. It’s supposedly Japanese-style curry, which I’ve never made nor tasted before, so I’m unsure of its authenticity but boy-howdy does it smell tasty. Right now, the rice is in the rice cooker and as soon as it’s done, it’s dinner time!
The recipe called for a home made curry paste, which was much simpler to make than I thought it would be and much tastier than I imagined. For a very long time, I’ve disliked ginger. It was used on me as a kid to prevent what was thought to be motion sickness but was actually anxiety attacks. (I panic when I travel. Always have, but it’s under control now and I’m able to fly Home or to where ever with minimal fuss. Most of the time.) I’ve never had fresh ginger before, since my dislike for the dried or pill form of ginger has kept me away from it. It’s also why I’ve steered away from a lot of Asian dishes.
Then, I tried ginger tea. With honey and lemon, of course, but it wasn’t as bad as I though it would be. Now, I’ve put fresh ginger into this curry, and I’m amazed. It doesn’t have that bite or whatever it is that makes me shudder at the slightest scent of it. The intense flavor of ginger is much more relaxed than I thought possible when cooked. I’ll also say that I enjoy curry powder more than the masala spices I’ve tried. Perhaps it’s due to the lack of true Indian spices or the different combination of the ingredients that makes me enjoy the taste of this curry dish. (I’ve been testing the flavor all the way through the process, and can’t wait for the final act with the rice as a full meal.
While at the store getting ingredients that I didn’t understand how to combine, I also got a roasting chicken and a giant package of chicken thighs. The roaster will be roasted with lemon and herbs, and the thighs will be marinated in yogurt and herbs for a greek style dish. (For real, I think I purchased over ten pounds of meat today.) On the other hand, I finally found some cornmeal at the grocery store, so not only will there be cornbread in the future, but polenta. Polenta that’s topped with veggies and cheese and baked like a casserole is tasty and delicious, not to mention healthy-ish. I go a little heavy-handed with cheese of any sort, but mozzarella is a favorite. The fresh stuff sliced up with tomato and basil…oh yummy! (Caprese salad, isn’t it?) Oh, but cheese is another several pages long post!
I had told myself that I wasn’t going to purchase any ice cream, but I wanted to stop by my favorite part of the frozen food aisle just say ‘Hi!’ to Ben and Jerry, and Talenti. Now, what appears before my eyes? S’mores ice cream. Marshmallow and vanilla ice cream, with chocolate chunks and swirls of graham crackers. How could I not buy it? I had a little tub of yogurt in my cart, which was supposed to be my treat for being good and not straying from my shopping list. (Hey, those little Muller yogurts with the fruit mousse on top are amazing. I love those things more than any other brand of yogurt.) I didn’t get any chips, not even hummus for snacking. I turn snack foods into meals most of the time and then eat my real meal afterward. So, I got some ice cream.
I rationalize the eating of ice cream with aiding in the soothing of my sunburn. My Love, his mother and I spent seven hours outside yesterday tearing down a mountain of sticks and branches, bundling them all together into perfect sized bundles for the yard-waste people to take in May. The Hedge, which was well over twelve feet tall, had been cut down to a respectable seven feet and made a giant pile of branches to be cleaned up. Yesterday was sunny, breezy and warm so we teamed up and got it done. There were breaks for icy drinks of course, but did I take time to put on sunblock? No.
Now I’m red as a lobster and painful, but I have curry and s’mores ice cream. It’s not so bad.