My dinner tonight has been an avocado with a vinaigrette and a couple of cheese sandwiches.
This was not my plan. Very much not my plan. No damned relation of my plan!
I planned a simple, but delicious prawn curry. I spent all day waiting for my yoghurt to be ready. 8 hours plus cooling time.
Unusually, and probably for the last time, I intended to use some frozen prawns which I set to defrost. As I was slicing some shallots for the curry sauce, I noticed a vague odd smell around the kitchen but couldn't locate its source at first.
I stuck some rice in the rice cooker and continued the search. I checked my garbage disposal arrangements, but they were fine. I sniffed at the drains. I even hung my head out the window to see if it was one of my neighbours.
Then, as the prawns defrosted, it became clear. They were rank. I swear, those critters were last fresh when Chairman Mao was a boy. They stank. I have wrapped them in several layers of plastic wrap, carried them down six floors to the furthest away garbage dump in my residential area and I can still smell them.
Unfortunately, I'm off at 5:30 am on one of my too regular trips and have no meaningful substitute. Fortunately, I had baked some bread and have cheddar in my fridge, so that's dinner. With my favourite mango relish.
I'll survive, but I was looking forward to a nice Ruby.
