I think it is a grave misfortune that I was not introduced to curry earlier in my life, although avoiding the high fat content of the coconut milk with which it's made was probably a good thing. I first had curry when I moved to Pittsburgh, and it was home-made, and it was GOOD. It has just enough spices, it makes me feel warm inside like nothing chicken noodle soup could ever come close to, and it stays. The drawback is that the curry smell also stays - in one's clothes and hair and breath. But it's such a comforting, inviting aroma, I'm happy to deal with it.
I went to a Malaysian restaurant with my friend Jen on Thursday and brought back a large portion of my green curry with tofu and delectable vegetables like baby corn, beans, and carrots. For lunch today I made a couple servings of brown rice, mixed in the leftovers, and sat down to a delightful meal that kept me toasty all afternoon. Aah. Curry.
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