Tag: Curry Diary

Curry Diary: Mumbai Mad Lad :P

This is a stretch to call it a curry, but i haven’t been to an Insian Restaurant in yonks.

We’ve been spending far to much time at Aldi, and money. Maybe not money. Aldi is immensely reasonable.

Last week was the church garden party. We promised an afternoon of tea and cakes, great weather, and a pool for the kids. And thats what we got. I even got a recipe for a magnificent cheese sandwich – Mature cheddar, spring onion, carrot, and mayo. So simple its almost criminally delicious, but thats by the by.

I needed something earlier in the day to keep me going until such time that I could eat all of the homemade sandwiches and home cooked pies and sausage rolls. To that end, I had a Mumbai Mad Boy.

Its an obvious counterfeit of the Pot Noodle Bombay Bad Boy. To my recollection, it tastes nothing like. The Mumbai Bad Boy is more of a chinese curry. I can only rate it as not awful. It did the job. But its not a curry.

The ingredients don’t exactly scream of India, but it did however get me thinking about what a curry with a name such as a Mumbai Bad Lad might be like.

It would need to be, I suppose, a bold, fiery, street smart, wise cracking, sunshade wearing, train surfing chicken curry that captures Mumbai’s chaotic energy, coastal influences, and astronomical spice levels.

Lots of ginger, lots of turmeric, lots of kashmir red chili powder, salt obviously, maybe some lemon juice for a paste.

Add some onions and tomatoes, mustard seeds, coriander, garam masala, probably some yoghurt. Have that with chicken or lamb, or even duck. Throw in some peas and sweetcorn to keep the connection with the Pot Snack, and I think we’re on to a winner.

This one needs adding to my curry wishlist.

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Curry Diary: Karahi

Another one from a packet. This is a new one for me. I don’t recall seeing it before, in either a jar, pouch, or restaurant menu.

Karahi curry (also spelled kadai) is a popular North Indian/Pakistani stir-fried curry known for its bold, robust flavors and thick, semi-dry gravy. It’s traditionally cooked in a karahi (a deep, wok-style cast-iron or steel pan), which gives it a slightly smoky, charred taste.

It’s usually served with naan, roti, or rice and is quick to make compared to slower-cooked curries.

I made this with just added chicken. Very quick and easy to make.

Verdict: Mid.

Its a tangy curry, which I like. A fair bit of heat that lingers on the lips and tongue for a while, but the over all taste was only ok. Each mouthful was ordinary and the heat only came on at the end.

The wife said it smelled nice when she passed me in the kitchen. Not exactly high praise.

It wasn’t unpleasant but no great desire to have again. 5/10.

Curry and Chips

Ingredients wise…

Seems legit

I can’t see any nasties in the ingredients. No E numbers, no emulsifiers, no acidity regulators,  no preservatives or additives or artificial colours. By my own principles I should he able to eat this until the cows come home.

Curry Funions

These came from Aldi, and though not strictly a curry, they are curry flavoured, so I will add it here.

Balti Flavoured Onion Rings. Or maybe just Balti flavour rings. They are onion rings, but not onion flavour.

Curried Funions

What can I say, they’re delicious, which is exactly why I won’t be buying anymore. Aside from the rapeseed oil, there doesn’t seem to be anything too offensive in them. They seem fairly natural. But theyre not natural. They are cheap, they are stodgy and they are delicious. But they’re not a meal.

I like them, but liking them isn’t good.

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Curry Diary 2. Of Mice and Men

I had such great plans for the Curry Diary, and the follow up to the Kala Bhuna needed to be something special, something new. The idea was that we’d get the train and ride a few stops up the coast but I didn’t get round to booking a table. Best laid plans and all that.

The best alternative to seeing if they had a table anyway was to do something at home instead, but a combination of shredding my hand with a DIY plumbing job, and shredding my hand again assembling rust proof steel frame flat pack free standing shelves for the cellar, I needed something simple. I opted for a jar of balti.

Anecdotally

Balti was my first curry. Well, chinese mushroom curry and chips was my first curry but chinese curry and Indian curry are two different beasts.

That first curry was a Chicken Balti ready meal type affair in the early nineties. Call it 1993/4. The college years. After an hour on the bus I’d arrive home at about half six and see what was in the freezer, at least once a week there was a frozen balti ready meal and miniature naan bread to go with it.

This Balti was unique among baltis. It cooked for about forty minutes in the oven. And it was a deeper richer, perhaps even burnt flavour than I ever seen sunce. I’ve spent decades trying to find a balti even remotely similar but without luck.

Something like this as I recall.

The Meal

From the shop of Tesco it came. I really wanted something good. A nice slap up family meal at a trusted Indian restaurant. What we got was alright. From a jar.

Peroni, the lager of choice right now.
Jars
Starters

Peroni has somehow become the curren lager of choice, but I wouldn’t usually have it with a curry. King Fisher is for a curry, surely.

If we had been at the restaurant, we would have a pickle tray, the only dip available from our little Tesco was Lime Pickle, but I also got some Barjis and Falafals. I learned how to make Onion Barjis several years ago, and they were always better than store bought. What was I thinking.

For the Curry, I fried up some onion, fried up some chicken, and then added the sauce from the jar. Incredibly easy. Deeply unsatisfying. What was I thinking.

Unnaturally clean stove top…

For the side, I did McCains Fries. They’re cooked in seed oils, frozen, and take about an hour to cook in the oven. They pass for a chip, but they’re no Maris Piper, parboiled and deep fried in tallow. What was I thinking?

It is what it is.

Antithesis

What was meant to be a family curry night, with a short but scenic train ride, a few beers, a good selection of sides and note taking worthy culinary experience became me in the kitchen, cooking alone sipping beers, pouring out the content of a jar over meat. Frozen chips. The laughter and anecdotes and ‘how was your week?s’ that i had looked forward to, turned, replaced with the sound of ‘thanks dad’ and the stomping of feet on stairs and the slamming of doors, as everyone retreated with food to their own spaces.

Oh the humanity.

Lately, it seems like the universe is trying to tell me that one cannot cut corners in life, and what more proof do we need than curry from a jar.

Lesson learned.

Waste Not Though

I have learned my lesson indeed, but I still have a bunch of corner cutting futilities to chomp through. Lets not be over committing ourselves…

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