Up and Hungry Again
Sometimes the baby wakes me up too often and after a couple of times I am "up" for good-or at least for a little while...
Last night I made Curry Spiced Lentils and Spinach for dinner. It is one of those things that tastes a lot better than it looks. If it is any testament to the veracity of my statement, my children cleaned their plates and said "mmmmm".
I love anything curried, it is major comfort food to me. I realised this yesterday when I was making my little dehydrated-add-boiling-water-and-eat-paper-cup-curried-soup for lunch yesterday, it was curry all day. I want to say it is due to my West Indian background (Jamaicans eat curry, particularly curried goat which is very good), but Jamaican curry is not my favourite. I love Thai food, Sri Lankan and Indian. I am a particular slave to hot peppers.
My love for curry started I would say in my senior year of high school. My father was a Fulbright Scholar in the Fiji Islands. The country is 51% Indian-the British Imported the Indians as indentured servants to work the land in the 1800's. To this day there are many problems between the Indian and the indigenous Fijian (melanesian) population.
Back to food, there was a nifty little "chain" of restaurants called Hari Krishna. They served awesome ice cream-my favourite was nutmeg and cinnamon. My girlfriends and I would go there for breakfast or lunch and pig out on potato curry with roti and samosa with chutney. Mmmm, hungry now...
Fiji is also where my family reverted/converted, which is a store I will tell later...
