Chicken Tikka Masala; a Cabbage Carrot Saute; Potato Stir-Fry; Coconut Snow Pea and Bok Choy Side -- Indian Night!
Not sure which part of my personality begs the over-achiever to rear up (middle child syndrome STILL?!?) but anyway I set myself up for ridiculous tasks sometimes. The idea seems intriguing. Challenging even, but always easily overcome in thought. But often when I begin the task I've enunciated out loud I feel so burdened, even angry, and all at myself, mostly pissed off that I can't just sit on a couch for an evening and eat a non proper meal and do nothing. I'm just not sure how much of my rigid upbringing around food, formality, getting dressed up for dinner (I'll almost always still change for dinner, put on lipstick, tie up my hair, etc.), selecting wine, prepping, lighting candles, even when I'm alone for god's sake. It is what I do to complete my day, to celebrate the evening, oh how I love the fall of dusk, the welcome quiet, the silent and thoughtful company of lamp light, and those first absolutely indulgent sips of wine. It's quiet here. We're still getting used to living in a smallish town. The crickets are still here and yet the coyotes have also arrived. Ten years ago a glass of absinthe, a mattress somewhere in Paris or Moscow, a typewriter, the constant sensation of feeling drunk on nicotine and soothed by booze, ravaging a loaf of bread, was all pretty much in an evening. Now I like a "family" meal. Even if there's just two of us. Or one of us. (My dog is also a perfectly good dining companion.)
So at 7 pm, I decided to start cooking my Indian meal, 4 dishes, from scratch. Granted, I had all the ingredients. The meal would consiste of a Chicken Tikka Masala, a Cabbage and Carrot Saute with Cumin and Lime, a Potato Stir Fry with Ground Coriander and Mint, and an improved Snow Pea and Bok Choy Side Dish based on a Green Bean and Coconut Recipe but in fact it was nothing like it (the grocery store was out of green beans, I brought home shredded coconut but could not convince myself to add it to the bok choy.) As you can see above, it turned out nicely. Everything came out suprisingly authentic Indian tasting, if perhaps more subtle, and less overtly saucy or heavy on the ghee. My boyfriend is now wowed by my multi-tasking, prioritizing, efficiency. That is, until I turn it towards home projects.
