“My husband and I share work in the kitchen 50-50. I cook and he eats.” -Unknown
While this quote isn’t exactly true when it comes to The Husband and I (he is my chopping expert; my sous chef) I found it too funny to not share. I will never forget the first time The Husband cooked dinner for me. We had been dating for about a month and decided to do a dinner and movie night at my place. He came over with ingredients in hand. On the menu: Chicken Curry. Apparently this was not just any Chicken Curry… in his words “my chicken is famous!” He told me that he wanted to surprise me so orders were to stay out of the kitchen. As the aromas lingered in the air, I became eager to try this “famous chicken curry” of his. He served his dish with rice. As I took a bite, before I could even begin to appreciate the flavors, my mouth was on fire. HOLY MIRCH! All I could do was swallow in one bite. Now… I have a pretty high tolerance of spice but this chicken was even too spicy for me. I stopped counting after the first 7-8 green chilies that I pulled out of my serving. I am pretty sure I finished the entire yogurt container that night. Since this was the first time that he was cooking for me I couldn’t really ask him “what were you THINKING?!” When he asked how it was, I smiled and told him it was nice and spicy.
Fast forward two years later (married at this point), The Husband came home from work one day and said he wanted to “treat me” by cooking dinner. At first I didn’t know how to approach the situation, I mentioned several times “it’s ok, I like to cook… I’ll make dinner…” After his insisting, I felt it coming up, tried to avoid it… but ended up blurting out “no please don’t torture me with that chicken again, my mouth was on fire…”. I think it took him a few minutes to register the fact that I had eaten his meal that October night and not said a word. We both laughed about how even he thought it was too spicy but thought I liked it so he never mentioned anything. He asked me to give him another chance and he would prove that he was not such a bad cook after all. On the menu this time: Anda Curry.
I had tried Egg Curry a few times and it never really left me with the “ooh I want more of that” taste. I decided to be open minded and try his. This time I was going in prepared, glass of water on one side, bowl of yogurt on the other… I was not going to let this meal catch me off guard. Much to my surprise the Egg Curry was DELICIOUS! Hard boiled eggs mixed in a creamy, just perfectly spicy enough curry base. I love when The Husband cooks this for me and always insist he makes extra so that we can have leftovers.
Re: the goofy egg pictures… The Husband and I decided to be a little silly while he was preparing the curry.