White Girl from the West Makes Decent Curry Dinner!

Ok well nevermind that the biryani mixtured was pre-made and that the mint raita yogourt I used to dip my naan bread came in a jar - and well, the naan bread came in a package of four BUT!!! - the POINT is, is that instead of trekking to an indian cuisine up the street I decided to do the unthinkable, and make it myself!
Dun dun dunnnnnnn....

And the verdict??
Not too shabby!

You see I am a sucker for any east indian dish- not so much the sweet stuff- but everything else is awesome. I LOVE spices of all temps and the different tastes mixed all into one dish, carefully and slowly made. iIt is nothing short of an art really, the girls in India are raised learning how to prepare painstakingly hard meals. Unlike the Western Civilation way where we buy our spices premade and packaged, the women will grow, pick and grind their own, cooking it until it has reached perfection - the ability to cook a FANTASTIC meal is something to be revered.

So much to the dismay of my co-workers who beg me to stick to something unoffensive like veggie samosas and pakoras when I bring in my lunch of curry and tandoori and masala, I continue to eat this most wonderful food, stink up the office space with strong aromas of tumeric, cumin, curry and the like and repulse those with boring taste pallettes.
And I shall continue to crack open the jars of pastes and sauces and sprinkle in my own curry powders and add my own basmati rice, because I do not think I am worthy or skilled enough to learn this art - and quite honestly I am afraid too!