Oh, and PS...

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While I have your attention, here's the finest bag of Black Eye Beans ever to grace a grocery shelf:





(Yup. That's channa dal, that is. If it weren't comestible, I'd add it to my collection of Glorious Misprints. As it is, well, it shall be comested. But preserved none the less for posterity, through the glorious medium of art photography...

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PS - by Yamuna Devi. The book. I forgot that bit. (Authors? Who ever remembers authors?)

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I've had a copy for a few years, which is how I recognised the cover peeking out from behind the black beans dhal.

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Mmm, I've had mine for - oh, fifteen years at least. Maybe longer. I don't use it much (hell, I don't use any of my cookbooks much, though I have many hundreds and keep buying more), but it's a fallback when I have vegetarian guests; the search for something that will interest both them and me usually leads to Indian food.

And, as I say, raita. Om-nom-nom. Helen is coming to dinner tonight; I had meant to do octopus and scallops, but there was no octopus, can you believe it? So, curry...

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I buy cookery books, read them, and then, having absorbed most of what I need to know, put them on the shelf where they stay for years.

There's a thing in there, can't remember how it's supposed to be, but it has morphed into me frying up cumin and garlic, pre-cooked green leaves, and mung dhal that has been cooked until soft. Then I beat in lotsandlotsandlots of butter and it turns into amazing comfort food. Mmmmmmmmmmm.