Reply With QuoteMind you, there's worse things to reek of imo.
I have to confess that I mostly resort to a jar of dear old Grossmans Balti these days but decided on a bit of DIY having breezed into an indian grocers last week, exiting with fenugreek, twigs of curry leaves and brown mustard seeds.
Well I had the lot bubbling away in a pot for a couple of hours yesterday. Tasted marvelous but I was heavily rebuked by Mrs 7 this morning as she left for work.
Reckoned her clothes, hair and the entire house positively reeked like a mumbai wrestlers jockstrap.
Yes, there's no getting away from the fact that it makes the house absolutely reek of curry.
Mind you, there's worse things to reek of imo.
total fumigation.
Mind you, my other half decided to cook chutney last year. I see your Calcutta Khazi and raise you a Sarson's Factory.
Whereas with the real thing, you get the full effect.
Don't let Sir C get wind of cumin, though. It's like sexual catnip for him.
Tomorrow I'm going to make the pork belly cubes with the cumin. It's getting me excited just thinking about it.
Crush garlic and fennel seeds and rub into the flesh of the belly. Roast as per usual. Allow to cool. Cut into inch squares. Fry hard, tossing to ensure crisp skin, then sprinkle with ground cumin seed and lemon juice.
It's proper good.
We must meet up again before you fly off the The Bamboo Bar.
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