This is one of those recipes that is handwritten on a recipe card, that my mom probably collected at a dinner party or a childhood birthday party. It’s from a dear friend of my mother’s whom passed away a few years ago. The recipe card is cherished for the keepsake of her handwriting. It’s only made every once in a while due to my father’s detest of curry, but tonight those who love curry outweigh the one who doesn’t.
I am sitting in my parent’s kitchen waiting for dinner to be finished, smelling the sweet curry scent wafting out of the oven, getting over jet leg and trying to remember what my real life looks like. This past week has been a scramble to catch up on two weeks of homework and catching up with my classes. I am taking a French class this term and it’s going to kill me! I am reading Mastering the Art of French Eating to keep me motivated to learn the language. I have never taken a foreign language class before, so lots of mind-stretching. Flashcards, memory games, and French songs galore!
Enough about me! Here is a comforting curry dish to serve on a crisp evening, as the light is golden, and the leaves are falling.