Yep, we’re talking about curry. Specifically, a curry I made Saturday night, when I desired a healthy home-cooked meal.
It was a very basic curry, which was quick and easy to make, and a little bit underwhelming flavor wise. In hindsight, I should have hunted down some Kaffir lime leaves to get a more classic curry flavor. I also should have made it in a normal pan, not a wok. Alas.
It started as a simple sauté of onions, garlic, and ginger in (supposedly) heart healthy coconut oil.
To which I added some carrots and peppers…
… and it wouldn’t be a party without asparagus.
Then I added in my curry flavor and let it sauté with the veggies to get some good flavor going (or at least I hoped as much).
And finally, I added three cans of coconut milk, some lime juice, and let it all simmer down like an angry 5th grader in time out.
Though mild, my meal was decidedly inoffensive. I enjoyed it. My family was also pleased.
But, in my heart of hearts, I have a deep desire to craft a richer curry… A restless beast within me yearns to create a curry so smooth and effusively flavorful that people will eye me suspiciously, asking “is this takeout?”
But what are we, if not our dreams of Asian cuisine?