This was what it was and what it was was what I wanted, or rather was and wasn’t what I wanted. What I was wanting was not to cook and that was what occurred. What I was wanting was curry but the curry I was wanting was of the Indian variety which this wasn’t. This was of the Sino-Japanese variety and so, was wanting.
Chicken curry it was and as always was more full of carrot and potato than it was of chicken. Cheapskates. Over rice, it was.
Remarkably, it was actually more tasty than I was expecting and was enough to dull the craving.
(Although I can buy Indian curry paste, I don’t go that route – all the curries end up tasting the same. Individual Indian spices are very difficult to source here. India and China have never gotten along well despite or because of their shared and disputed border. A few come in from Pakistan but are never of great quality.)
I need to go to Hong Kong for good Indian food. Or, of course, India, although India is where I have eaten the worst Indian food of my life.
