Curry

My parents were extremely conservative about food. If you couldn't roast it or boil it, it probably wasn't worth eating. I saw a posting on a usenet newsgroup once that said "only 360 boiling days to christmas", and I knew exactly what they meant. I never realised that cabbage was green until I cooked it myself...

Sometime in the 1960s it all changed, don't ask me why. Chinese restaurants, Indian curry houses were suddenly all the rage (though my parents always considered it to be foreign muck). I once bought a takeaway sweet and sour pork and my father almost vomited at the smell. In my student days a good night out was a couple of pints of beer and a curry, followed by a couple of pints of beer. Lather, rinse and repeat. I'm not sure anyone of my generation could live without curry. Equally I'm not sure anyone of my parent's generation could live with it.

Tonight I cooked a couple of curries and a friend came round for dinner. A pleasant time was had by all. I find it odd (and interesting) that I am almost incapable of cooking roasts and pies and all the things I grew up on, but I am really quite proud of my ability to cook curries and stir fries and similar things.

Robin seems to thrive on it.

"Yum, hon..."