This is a most important street if you’re looking for something to eat curry chicken with. It’s in El Socorro, and it’s a secret. One that I’ll tell more about in another entry. But this is the real stop for dahlpuri and paratha.
We went up the road to bubble some curry chicken to deal with this roti. Took out the usual stocks. Doh worry. The Johnnie and Samboka was for J’von’s father Evo and me. Daz muh boy since primary school. As in we literally pitch marbles together. But anyway…
While I let the curry soak into the meat, muh boy Evo (sous chef and photographer on this shoot) handled up some shadon beni, garlic and onion, then placed the two hot peppers in the shot for no reason. Colourful eh?
Next, in went curry powder, massala, roasted geera, a little saffron powder and some salt in my trusty ice cream bowl. And just in case you’re sayin’ “Ice cream bowl? That’s so cheap!”. I’ll have you know that saffron is said to be the world’s most expensive spice by weight, so my cheap ice cream bowl is dealin’ with some expensive spices.
I usually leave the burnt garlic in the mix while the curry burns. I don’t know if it’s a mind thing, but that helps with the flavour. Just before I put the meat in though, I take out the garlic and save it in my ice cream bowl for a little later.
Popped that chicken in and mixed it around in that curry. This is precisely the point at which neighbors begin to say things like “Mmmm… somebody cookin’ a curry boy!”. My advice, be very quiet and pretend that you’re not at home.
Then I put the remainder of the coconut milk powder into the ice cream bowl with the burnt garlic then added hot water. I don’t use straight water to cook the meat down. So I add this in, plus one more thing that might be slightly uncommon…
Ketchup. When I heard it, I was like “What?”. But the first time I tried it and realized that it gives the curry a sweetish undertone and a really nice, different flavour, was the last time I made a curry without including that little trick.
So a few tennis games and a good bit of “Uncle Quincy let me win dis one nah?” later, the pot was done. Got some good news and some bad news. The good news was that I found one of the peppers. The bad news was it burst.
leh we bubble.