All this week, I've had a ridiculous craving for Indian food.
I have a great recipe for curry from my sister, and even a leftover Massaman curry paste can that she brought me from Thanksgiving.
I can taste it.
Back in my days of living in Omaha, I fondly remember lunch dates with Lila at the indian buffet ... all you could eat of my favorites, naan, cucumber sauce, chicken tandoori and tikki masala. A quaint atmosphere and great food, my memory serves that we ate there several times a month.
Today while Terran was at lacrosse practice, the rest of us went to the library ... and I immediately headed towards the cookbook section ... with the help of Mrs. Pickett, found a great cookbook with ALL of the common recipes.
As soon as we got home, I started poring over the cookbook, my mouth watering and tastebuds salivating.
Later today while out on a shopping trip for "potty prizes", I snuck away to gather the necessary ingredients for a good Indian dinner, courtesy of Naomi's kitchen.
After finding the limes, the mint leaves and the coconut milk, I found myself staring blankly at the spice rack. Who was I kidding to think that I would find cardamom pods and blackgram dal (not to mention nigella seeds) in the "Ethnic Aisle" at WalMart?
I - right then and there - starting reshelving the items in my cart, and gave up on my idea of cooking Indian for my family, no matter how badly I wanted it ... and we settled on KFC.
I figure, there will be many months in our future for Indian food, and not so many opportunities for KFC, right?
