Originally posted by Lone StarI had everything but the goat curry.
Whenever I have goat curry at an Indian restaurant, it tastes great, but tends to be more bones than meat, frustratingly. My husband is from England, and had a friend in south London (Brixton) whose parents were from the West Indes. Whenever his mum made Curry Goat, he would let hubby know and he'd go over for dinner. And this wasn't just a couple of pounds of goat meat, this was a goat. Everything but the head, apparently. If she was serving Curry Goat, she started making it on Wednesday for Saturday. She marinated it for about 48 hours and then cooked it for about another 36 (simmering) before serving. It was marinated in herbs, spices, and veggies such as yam. Fabulous, he says.
Originally posted by stanpnepa
Waitress: "Well, we recommmend that you order mild, because the spices here will be different than anything you've had before. These are deep seasonings"
My husband grew up in England, and his mum used to rent out rooms to foreign students taking English language classes. Some of them were Thais, and he learned to cook from these Thai students. So naturally, he's got quite a taste for spicy food, and loves spicy Thai and Indian curries. So when we tried out a Thai restaurant (House of Siam in Springfield, Virginia), he ordered his dinner, "Thai spicy." The waiter nodded with the, "Yeah, yeah. Spicy for Americans. Gotcha." and his dinner was about the same spiciness you'd expect in a Hunan beef from Joe's Chinese Takeout. After the meal, he explained to the waiter what his background was, and that he really would like it Thai spicy. So when we went back the next time, they really kicked it up several notches, as it were. He loved it! The waiter remarked, "We get Thais in here who can't eat it that spicy." lol
Back in that day (c. 1996), we were making the Hell Commute. Starting in Baltimore and driving an hour and a half to Springfield (south of D.C.). He'd get out and I'd drive an hour back into Maryland, work for 8 hours, drive an hour back and pick him up, and he'd drive an hour and a half home. I was spending five hours a day in the car. We did this for 10 months.
Our only joy was Friday nights. We'd get Thai carry out from House of Siam, and drive home with it. For an hour and a half
with that fabulous aroma wafting from the floor behind the driver's seat. And they were those annoying little aluminum trays so you couldn't really pick at it in the dark without spilling the sauce. One of our favorite dishes from this place was crab fried rice. And being from Baltimore, we were big crab fans. (Okay, he a recent immigrant to Baltimore, but still.)
So one night, when we placed the order, my dear hubby made an error
. An error of epic proportions. He ordered his meal first. Normally, he'd order the rice dish, the spring rolls, the noodle dish, my entree, and then his, specifying "Thai spicy." Unfortunately, this particular time his was at the top of the chit, so everything
was Thai spicy. I cried. Tears down the cheeks. Seriously. Gaah! I don't know how people live like that. Must have asbestos tongues. lol