Jack’s weekly guest post continues the Indian theme and re-visits the problem of which books he puts in the store –
Regular readers probably know, by now, that I’m a devotee of Indian food – curries, papadums, somosas and badjhies (we don’t need no stinking badjhies, as Bogart’s Mexican adversary famously said in ‘Treasure of the Sierra Madre’).
So when Wendy produced my five Indian cookbooks yesterday and asked me innocently if it was time for them to go into the shop I was momentarily flummoxed. Should they? They have been my pride and joy for years!
But had I ever actually used them in a practical way? Had I propped them open and followed their every word?
Well, actually, no! What I had done is gathered a lot of experience over many years and ended up making two or three regular things.
1) Fry finely chopped onions in vegetable oil until just browned; push them aside and fry three tablespoons of Mike Ward’s famous curry powder mix in the same oil; dump in a jar of plain tomato pasta sauce and all the vegetables (peppers, golden raisins and mushrooms, usually); add a similar amount of plain yoghurt bit by bit; simmer for a few hours.
2) Exactly the same as 1) except miss out Mike’s FCP and add three tablespoons of Patak’s hot curry paste at the end.
I also sometimes do a prawn/shrimp or chicken tikka. Make up a mix of onion, yoghurt and tandoori spice mix and marinade the shrimp or chicken overnight in the fridge. Next day remove the shrimp or chicken and clean most of the marinade off. Grill until crisp, then serve with the heated marinade on the side.
I shouldn’t forget Wendy’s home-made chutney made from our own fruit and vegetables – but that’s her closely guarded personal recipe!
I’m delighted to say that our local supermarket now carries a very good selection of Indian spices, sauces, papadums and naan breads, so it’s now easier to come up with the goods.
The five books? You’ll find them in the cook-books section, proudly displayed together.
(But I did enjoy reading them and imagining all the dishes – every one of them!).
Cookbooks are wishbooks, really — at least, for many of us. One reads them with the dream of some day having the time and energy to prepare the foods so splendidly and enticingly displayed in the photographs. And one reads them not so much for the recipes but for the algorithms: which flavours go with which. Sounds like you’ve now got the algorithms down pretty well, though.
And, besides, until those books sell, you can go visit them any time you like.