I just made, then devoured, some mango curry.
I’m a complete atheist. But right now, I’m not so sure about that. Could such an amazing fruit as the mango have grown on it’s own? I’m not even sure I could have made this curry. It might simply have appeared in my kitchen, surrounded by beams of white light, a gift from the heavens.
I didn’t even plan on making it. I was craving curry, and had the spices, garlic, ginger, shallots, and a jalepeno. In the veggie department, I had tomatoes and a pepper. No potatoes, no chickpeas, no cauliflower, no carrot, no peas, no spinach, no energy to hit the grocery store. But wait! I spied those glorious, luscious mangoes decorating my table, and a plan came together.
And now I’m basking in a post-curry glow. I’m radiant. I feel like maybe I need a cigarette or something after that.
I’ll post the recipe, if anyone’s interested.