Indian summer
It was pretty warm this weekend, and Kate was on top form, fighting fire with fire by opening her spice draw to concoct a divine chicken vindaloo on Friday and a lamb dopiaza on Saturday. One thing I love about a lovingly-pestled Indian curry paste is this: when I shave afterwards, the heat draws a minuscule but intense bouquet of spices out of the pores above my top lip, and, especially if eaten in humid conditions, I can taste it there, lingering very faintly, for a couple of days after. Sensational.
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now I’m hungry.
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 9:44 am | Permalinkhow hungry?
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 10:37 am | PermalinkShe blogs and makes amazing curries?
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 12:04 pm | PermalinkWoah.
That’s not all Pete. She is also a singer.
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 12:37 pm | PermalinkMenace, claims like this will require a podcast. But you can tell her that, not me.
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 1:00 pm | PermalinkP “suffers” from a post-cuzza condition known as “curry pits”. THe pits are her armpits.
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 1:58 pm | PermalinkPete: I have suggested it but no luck as yet.
Moobs: that’s very interesting. I’ll understand if you don’t want to go into detail, but how does P feel about her condition? Does she like it, or is she embarrassed? Do you like it? If the pit-product is a true reflection of the curry - like I get from above my upper lip - then I can see it being quite pleasant for all concerned.
Posted on 24-Jul-06 at 2:18 pm | PermalinkMulti-talented, our Kate ….
Posted on 25-Jul-06 at 1:49 am | Permalink