So, as of late I have been craving curry, I miss the taste of England and to me that is a korma.
Tonight, I made one, I started marinating the spices and meat yesterday. It was in yogurt, the slight acid working on the meat making it soft, and delicious.
The tumeric worked a charm within, making it just elegant and delicious.
I browned the spices so the flavors delicately exploded in your mouth. my mom cooked the rice while i helped girlly do her home work…
It was plated, it smelt amazing, tasted like freaking heaven.
Both my mom, and my daughter, said the food was “mildly gross”
makes me wonder what the heck i did wrong?
couple that with the fact i’m wanting to dance, wanting to feel that grace, to TRY and be that graceful if i can manage it.
yet petrified too, because i am sure, above and beyond that i will look like a dork out there.
makes me realize i am seriously a coward…
and possibly a cooking failure