Long ago, when I was a little boy, my dad was a big believer in curry. He loved it and every once in a while my mother would make him curry dishes. "Eeeeww!" would be my reaction. I couldn't understand what the fuss was about. To me it tasted like too many spices all put together. It was foul.
During those times, my dad was sailing a lot with his friends. He was a racer and loved to have the curry's spicy goodness when he would come home from a cold day of sailing on the sound or the lake near our house.
Today I am beginning to understand. I have been having cravings for that that I used to find so offensive. To be sure, my tastes had changed many years ago as I was introduced to East Indian cuisine but recent developments have really given me a great appreciation for the art of fine curry.
The biggest development was moving next door to the "Bad Haggis," a vessel owned by my liveaboard next door (boat) neighbor Richard. He has some serious chops in the galley and his tastes lean heavily to curries. He has been making, and inspiring me to make some truly great curry dishes recently. There are lentils and chicken, potatoes and carrots and other fantastic combinations of vegetables all mixed with great quantities of coriander and cardamom. It is a very welcome set of flavors after a great day of sailing. Something seems to be a nice balance between the two. Something like history.
Lately the weather has been warming and the boaters are returning to the docks. I know that soon the curry will be flowing out of our respective galleys. I can't wait to try all of the new creations we are making. There is even a thought toward a curry cookoff around the dock as we have discovered that nearly everyone there is a fan. Nothing like a great community meal to get things going.
I can't wait.
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