Showing posts with label Curry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Curry. Show all posts

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Goat Goes Bahh Like a Lamb..

Goat.  Seriously?!  The boyfriend requested I do goat while he was away.  Goat to me is the tougher game meat.  Lamb to me is a lot more tender and tastier than goat, but while he was away, I was tempted to to just use lamb.

I thought better of it, and besides, I was given a recipe to use for the goat.  The Indonesian traditions knocked at the door for this tradition.

As tasty as it was, I was only able to get one serving out of it since the mother decided that this dish was designated just for her.  Which was fine by me, because I don't mind trying to give a small portion of what I've learned back to her.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Chickpeas are peas I like..

I am one not to like peas, no matter what you do to a pea in terms of cooking, it tastes of nothing.  I disown my English roots on this matter.

Though chickpeas are a different matter.  The boyfriend requested that I did something with chickpeas that didn't involve humus.

Curried Okra and Chickpeas served with curry chicken
Chickpeas can either be bought dried or in cans, at least from what I could find immediately.  For time sake, the canned chickpeas isn't overly filled with sodium like most canned goods.  I'm kind of anti-canned goods when at all possible due to the sodium content and well, fresher is better taste wise anyways.  Its also cheaper in the long run.

Anyways, for this dish, I decided to go to an Indian favorite of mine growing up. I lived next door to an Indian family and they always invited me over for Indian food.  The aromas that came from their house every day would end up on my clothes and I seriously didn't mind since I liked Indian food.  It was also more incentive for me to figure out how to cook Indian food since I was moving from the area and soon to be on my own.  I could've easily gone to the Indian restaurant but that would've involve more money than I was able to spend.  Poor college student was never truer than living in the San Francisco Bay Area post North of Houston high school wages.

Upon reflection, I probably should've given the boyfriend some traditional naan or Basmati rice to go with his chickpea to ward off the excess heat. Either way, the dish brought back some memories of mine and the challenge continues.