Ever since the failed tikka attempt back in March, I’ve been looking for a new recipe to give it a second try. I’ve been on quite the tikka tear lately, getting it everywhere I could in any form I could- fresh & hot at the Bombay Club awhile ago, fresh (?) & hot at the Whole Foods Salad/Prepared foods bar, and I hate to admit it, not so fresh & cold, from the WF freezer section.
I finally got back on the horse when I found a recipe by my dear mentor, Ms. Martha Stewart. It’s actually a Jamie Oliver recipe, he prepared this on her show last fall/winter sometime. At first when I read the ingredient list and then the directions for the tikka masala paste, I nearly caved and bought it pre-made, but that was not the point. The point was to make it myself, see here.
So I did. I substituted a couple of things, and would like to try it again with a few other substitutions & adjustments because this one was nearly painfully hot & spicy. But it was good. It’s completely different than the one I tried a few months back and so much closer to the flavors I was searching for.
It’s funny because historically I’m not a fan of the exotic, at all. I didn’t grow up in an adventurous kitchen nor was I exposed to a lot. It was the suburbs in the eighties, what can I say? Anyway, I’ve grown up a lot since then and started branching out. Except to sushi. (Give me another 20 years, it’ll happen eventually)
I’ve also begun to develop a theory about food & relationships. Food & dating specifically. I believe that two people have to be on a similar, if not the same culinary page or else it’s not gonna work out. If you love to cook something and your beloved will not eat it, then that’s a bummer. If you despise something and vice versa, your beloved is a huge sushi fan, well, someone’s always going to be disappointed on date night. get what I’m saying? If you don’t have the same tastes or aren’t up for trying something just once, a simple “no thank you” bite, then it’s probably the same for your relationship. Just sayin’. **
It may seem like a small, petty issue now, but I guarantee, it’s the little things that count over time. As I’ve been developing and exploring this lil’ theory of mine lately, my friend Clare said something quite profound. Now, we’re amongst friends here so I’ll go ahead and tell you the tale, it’s short and uneventful, but proves my point.
I had an equally short & uneventful date over the weekend. Not the worst, but it wasn’t good. Just kind of boring, and pretty full of himself. Let’s forget the fact that he thinks soccer is a ploy for world globalization (?), he hates Indian food. Not even a “Eh, I’m not a big fan, but I’ve never given it a fair shot.” No. Straight up, “I hate Indian Food.” End of discussion. Whelp. That’s pretty much deal-breaker on a first date to me. I relay this tale to Clare and she says (via text): “And if you don’t like Indian food you prob don’t like spice in other places, like the bedroom!”
Told you so. Now, go get some Indian food and spice up your life a bit. (ok, I’ll get off my soap box now, thanks for listening.)
**(note: I don’t mean that if there’s one food or food type that you’re doomed to fail, but in general if you disagree over what’s for dinner or where you go on date night, it’s gonna take its toll.)