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desperanceSo there has been for some indeterminate time a tupperware container in the freezer, conveniently labelled. Its label said "Salty lamb curry - for pilaff?"
It was indisputably in my handwriting. I didn't at all remember the dish, or the occasion, or why I would have made a curry so salty that my only recommendation was that I use it in a whole lot of rice.
But: yay me, for the recommendation. I translated "pilaff" into "biryani", and parboiled some rice without salt, and mixed that with the contents of the tupperware and gave it an hour in a low oven, and y'know what?
Om nom nom, is what. I did make some dal and some raita and curried mushrooms and garlicky broccoli on the side, but nevertheless: om nom nom, I tell 'ee. Om nom nom.
I should continue to trust myself, when I make scribbled suggestions on freezer tape. Even when I can't remember the origin story.
It was indisputably in my handwriting. I didn't at all remember the dish, or the occasion, or why I would have made a curry so salty that my only recommendation was that I use it in a whole lot of rice.
But: yay me, for the recommendation. I translated "pilaff" into "biryani", and parboiled some rice without salt, and mixed that with the contents of the tupperware and gave it an hour in a low oven, and y'know what?
Om nom nom, is what. I did make some dal and some raita and curried mushrooms and garlicky broccoli on the side, but nevertheless: om nom nom, I tell 'ee. Om nom nom.
I should continue to trust myself, when I make scribbled suggestions on freezer tape. Even when I can't remember the origin story.