When I waited tables at Pizzeria Uno, I became familiar with the horrible affliction that haunted my dreams as well as those of my cow-orkers. The dreams typically took the form of the dreamer at work, desperately trying to perform a perfectly routine aspect of hisr job, such as entering an order into the dread machines. In real life, register systems have become much more sophisticated and even less user-hateful (see PosiTouch). However, when I was a waiter, there was a separate key for just about every item on the menu. Items not bound to a key could be entered with a Price Look-Up (PLU) number, which was listed on a scrap of paper often near the register. Fumbling around in data entry land while your customers grow inpatient and numerous (as they do before a Red Sox game) is not an experience I would wish on many people, even for the benefit of building character. It's a situation like Lucy Ball on the chocolate factory assembly line but without the wacky hijinks. This real-life trauma translated into a bowel-loosening nightmare of the Service Economy Age (or Toffler's 'Super-Industrialism'). My brothers-in-aprons dubbed this phenomenon an unomare.
Despite not working at Uno's for almost 10 years, I was visited by an unomare last night. So, I've got that going for me.
Indian chicken curry is a dish into which I've only recently been clued. It's delightful and shares many of the same flavors as Mexican dishes. To my great surprise, chicken curry isn't all that hard to make. Last night, I made a particularly good batch of the stuff. So that I don't forget, I'm going to attempt to accurately write the recipe here so I can find it later.
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Plate a healthy portion of rice topped with a similar helping of chicken curry. Since I haven't tackled making bread yet, I find Sahara Pita bread to be a fair replacement for nan bread. I believe chicken curry often has some kind of green pea in the sauce, but I'm more at home with peppers.
I hope this recipe helps you kick your dinners up ANOTHER NOTCH. BAM!