So, to celebrate, I came home and made Calcutta Curry, one of my fav Indian recipes because it is so darn simple. I, of course, had to de-simplify it by making my own garam masala. But, yum-oh-yum, was it worth it! And the house smells heavenly to boot. I like to stock up on spices when we go to Paris--we always try to visit the Indian Quarter before leaving--and the last time we were there, I looked at the ingredients on a pre-ground pack of garam masala. I realized that I tend to have all the necessaries on hand and put the melange back on the store shelf.
There was a little work involved--not too much--but the taste is so zingy and pungent that I doubt I'll go back to buying the mix already made. Yes, frigg , just another sliding step down the slippery slope of foodsnobbism.
And, thanks to a recent post by asakiyume , I had to have pecan pie for dessert. Yes, had to. I am pregnant after all. I made mini pies and ate a whole one. Delicious and decadent. I wanted to eat a second but refrained. I'm pregnant, not insane.
A meal of disparate influences, perhaps, but tasty all the same.