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Don’t go naked!

As you may have guessed, this is a post about dressing.

Salad dressing, that is.  (insert drumroll here)

These crabs come from the sea to be dressed in the delicious flavors of Old Bay.

You may get the impression that here at Bengfort.com we eat all Guyanese, all the time.  In fact, we have a growing collection of recipes from around the world, and we enjoy a great variety of foods.

Preliminaries out of the way, I wanted to share two recipes, one new, one old.

I came up with the first the other day when I had bought a can of crab from the grocery store.  (This can be purchased in the tuna section and is surprisingly good.)  There was a mini crabcake recipe on the inside of the can label, but I didn’t have all the ingredients called for, so I decided to serve the crab on a bed of greens instead.  Using the recipe for crabcakes as a rough guide, I came up with the following deconstructed version:

Crabcake ala Jacquelyn

a salad

Note: all measures are approximate–when I’m making something up, I do a dump-and-taste method.  Which, I guess, means all ingredients are approximate as well…

  • 1 tablespoon mayonnaise
  • 1 1/2 teaspoon mustard (I used a very liquid gourmet Champagne mustard)
  • 1/2 teaspoon cumin seed
  • 1/2 onion, chopped
  • dash Worcestershire sauce
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 1-2 tablespoons olive oil (enough to give the dressing a dressing consistency)
  • mixed greens
  • 1 small can lump crabmeat
  • Old Bay seasoning


Mix together the mayo, mustard, cumin seed, onion, W-sauce, salt, and pepper; add in the oil and stir, adjusting the amount for the desired consistency.  Use this to dress the greens (this will be enough dressing for two medium/large salads–you’ll have to eyeball it).  Dish up the dressed greens and split the crabmeat between the two salads; sprinkle with Old Bay, to taste.

The second recipe is an old favorite of my Grandma Dorothy’s.  The name alone nearly put Ben off of it, so you can call it Catalina or French if you like–but to me, it will always be…

Grandma Dorothy’s Tomato Catsup Salad Dressing

  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 1/3 cup vinegar (I used white rice vinegar–any kind will do)
  • 1/2 cup “catsup” (ketchup to you non-North Dakotans)
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 2 teaspoons dry mustard
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
  • 1/2 teaspoon pepper


Blend all ingredients together.  This recipe will make a lot of dressing, but it keeps well for a few weeks.

With these two recipes at your side, not only can you dress your salads, but you can begin to discover the joys of making your own small-batch salad dressing instead of filling your fridge with giant bottles of the stuff–no more race to see whether or not it will go bad before you’re sick of same flavor on salad after salad.  Think of it as couture for your naked greens.  Enjoy!

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07

02 2010

Top Ten Tips for Making Roti

Guyanese food is very difficult to make if you are a newbie. It takes years and years of practice and acquired intuition to get a dish perfect on a consistent basis, and even then, one person’s way of doing things may be completely different than another person’s.  As the recipes on the Guyana cookbook are more guidelines than instructions, I’d like to offer some cooking tips that can help put you on the straight and narrow when it comes to Guyanese food.

Roti Mess

Don't let your roti turn out like this!

Top Ten Tips for Making Roti

1. Use WARM to HOT water when making the dough. I don’t understand the physics of it, but it makes the dough turn out better than using cold water.

2. ALWAYS keep dough covered while you are working with individual pieces to keep it from drying out. I like using a damp paper towel. Nothing is worse than working with dried out dough.

3. WOODEN rolling pins are better than marble. Something about the grainy texture provides the right amount of traction but no stick. (Beer bottles can be used in a pinch if you find that someone has stolen your rolling pin for unknown purposes, or if your significant other/children/ayi put it in the wrong cupboard and you just didn’t find it in time)

4. TIE UP YOUR HAIR (if you’re a girl with long hair)- stray hairs in the dough just isn’t appetizing

5. Use ONE hand to mix the dough, that way you’ll have a clean hand to turn on  faucet to refill your water cup without getting flour all over the sink

6. Instead of rolling and oiling and refolding individual rotis, save time by rolling just-made dough into a LARGE RECTANGLE, about twice as long as it is wide. Spread oil and sprinkle flour across the surface like you would in the recipe instructions for individual rotis, and then starting from the long-end, roll the dough up like you would a yoga mat. Then pinch off into balls, twisting the ends closed and pressing them in.

7. Individual roti balls should be about the size of a TANGERINE

8. DON’T roll roti too thin, or else it won’t rise and separate. Optimal thickness is 1/10 of an inch, the thickness of a 5 cent coin.

9. Make sure the Tawa is HOT HOT HOT before you cook. Water should sizzle and evaporate immediately when sprinkled on the surface.

10. Only flip 3 times! Any more and the roti will become tough.

I hope these tips help!

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02

02 2010

Embracing the C

While in Washington (the State), I had a discussion with my family over potentially dropping my first name, as my parents (and consequently the rest of the world) have always called me by my middle name. My parents were against the name drop -they did give me my first name for a reason after all- and so I have decided to join the ranks of F. Scott Fitzgerald and E. Annie Proulx and officially become C. Devi (It’s on my new business cards, that’s what makes the change official).

Now that’s been decided, it is my new goal to embrace the C. In addition to my two concrete New Year’s Resolutions -stop biting my nails and write more blogs- I have three abstract goals for the new year which I have deemed the “3 C’s:” 1) Become more Cultured, be more Culinary, and Contribute more to my community (if Contributive were a word, I would have used it, but it’s not).

Be more Cultured

I am lucky enough to live in a city rife with history, art, events, galleries, museums, artifacts, architecture and all sorts of other culturally uplifting things, but until yesterday, I had not taken advantage of it once in the four months I’ve lived here. School and internships and friends do take up a lot of time. Yesterday, however, I ended my uncultured streak with a trip to the National Portrait Gallery with my sister and a couple of friends. It is amazing how much high school history I have forgotten; names like Cotton Mather, William Henry Harrison and Chester Alan Arthur were all distant memories. I also learned a lot of interesting things at the museum that I could use to trick people into thinking I was an American history buff, such as the fact that the first Bible printed in America was in the Algonquin language. Which begs the question, were Algonquin Indians even literate? I can’t imagine that reading was a useful skill for Native Americans back then. In any case, it is for little tidbits like this that I would like to visit more museums while I am here in the heart of DC.

Be More Culinary

I love to cook, but alas, school and internships and friends again have hampered any culinary conquests more adventurous than pasta, curries from a packet, and fried rice. With all the new kitchen gadgets that I received for Christmas -one slap n chop, a rocket blender, an olive oil mister and 2 slow cookers (one large, one small)-I’d like to start being an adventurous chef again, that is if other people’s diets don’t get in the way of my culinary genius.

Contribute More to my Community

In high school, volunteer work looked good on your college applications. In college, it looked good on your resume. Neither of those matter for me any more, but after living in China where altruism is rarely seen, and after benchmarking Corporate Social Responsibility reports as part of my internship duties for Vz, I’ve come to realize how important social responsibility is. Altruism is a beautiful thing, and I’ve decided that I’ve gone too long without doing anything that didn’t directly help myself. I’m still on the lookout for ways to volunteer my services and skills in the DC area, if you have any good ideas, let me know!

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07

01 2010

“But wait, there’s more!”

Winston presents THE GLAMORIZER

Winston presents THE GLAMORIZER

Very rarely, I utilize the government-provided retail facility that provides high-end goods at tax-free prices to which I am entitled by virtue of my job. Yesterday was one of those magical days, and magical it was. Dear reader, I will tell you why.

“In less than two minutes, we will be giving away an exciting advertising product at the black-and-red giveaway counter. Please make your way toward the flashing light, near the electronics and magazine sections, to take part in this exciting giveaway offer!”

We heard those words while perusing the kitchen gadgetry and knew that we must heed the call. Making our way with appropriate urgency to said booth, we stood around, warily eyeing the others who had also decided to listen to the disembodied female voice promising free swag. Soon enough, an animated young woman made her way purposefully to the booth, climbed up, and started rattling a large box of…something. Something free. Something we would soon have in our hot little hands.

Slowly, allowing the excitement to build, she pulled out…an oddly shaped black plastic knife. No, not an oddly shaped black plastic knife–a GLAMORIZER!

“Some people like to use these to scale fish, but what they are actually for is…GARNISHING!!!” she said enthusiastically, pulling out what looked like a normal melon but what was revealed to be a melon basket full of berries. Handing out glamorizers to all the adults in the audience, she then pulled out a few more tools–a spiral cutter, a paring knife, and a twenty-page book that teaches you to turn a humble cucumber into a fearsome shark that will float in a punch bowl. Setting those things aside, with a promise to tell use about how to get the full set later (because really, why a glamorizer if you don’t also have the spiral cutter, paring knife, and book that teaches you to turn a carrot, a green pepper, and a potato into a palm tree?), she turned to the reason we were all really there.

The MASTER CUT 2.

Not available on any store shelves, the Master Cut 2 is a knife. No–it’s more than just a knife. It’s a godsend. It’s not a hacksaw, but you can use it that way (it will, after all, cut the head of a hammer–I saw it). It cuts paper-thin slices of tomato, after you cut into the head of a hammer. You can drop it down a running food disposal and the company will send you a new one if it’s damaged. It has a spearing end so you can cut your turkey and serve it all with one hand, leaving the other free to write a sonnet or mop a floor. It’s been rated the best bread knife in the world. YOU WOULD BE CRAZY NOT TO HAVE THIS KNIFE!

“It costs $29.99 and we do not apologize for that price, because it comes with an unconditional lifetime guarantee. But, I can do this…I can spend $29.99 with you and give you a second MASTER CUT 2!”

At this point, a few of the crowd left, but most of us stayed, in what I believed was hope for more no-strings-attached free stuff. The pitch continued.

“If you buy the MASTER CUT 2 today, and remember it’s not on any store shelves, not only will you get a second MASTER CUT 2, both with lifetime guarantees, I’ll also give you the full garnishing kit…”

And, it turned out, four steak knives, and a chef’s knife. It was a classic “But wait, there’s more!” pitch–it was, in fact, a live infomercial. I found out why the people in the studio audience are always nodding–the pitchperson nods at you, and it’s an instinctual reaction to nod along. I found out that you really can cut into a hammer head with a triple-tempered surgical steel blade. I found out that most of the people in the audience weren’t waiting for more free stuff–by the end of the program, I would say she achieved about 75% sales. Not bad when most of the people came based on the promise of receiving what turned out to be a plastic garnishing tool that retails for “up to $7-8.”

We were a part of the 25% who walked away with just our glamorizers to show and a tale to tell–as Ben said, “I prefer my cooking utensils classic and French.” But I unconditionally guarantee to remember that knife and the experience for a lifetime.

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13

12 2009

E.Dehillerin & La Gangsta Chef

The Gangsta Chef with his French Knife

The Gangsta Chef with his French Knife- note the E.Dehillerin Knife in one hand, and the Rick Stein Cookbook in the other.

If you don’t know E.Dehillerin, then two things may have been omitted from your life experience: any (even cursory) training in french cuisine or possibly a trip to Paris with someone who has had such training. My training (cursory as it was) came in the form of television cooking shows and Rick Stein at a Rhodes Event in D.C. Therefore, when Jaci and I went to Paris in 2006, one of our destinations was of course E.Dehillerin on rue Coquillière, which was barely three blocks from our hotel.

It was like a fairy tale on the inside- shelves of sous pots, whisks, kitchen gadgets, and of course, chef knives on bare plywood and wire racks. The aisles were perused by serious looking men and woman with a look of having gotten up at 3 am to begin the morning sauce prep only to have their break dedicated to finding a new companion at arms in this magical culinary warehouse.  The staff was efficient, professional, and serious- this was no tourist destination, this was an epicenter of culinary culture in the heart of the culinary world and they quickly found me a chef knife that was balanced perfectly for me and my limited talents, completed the transaction, and ushered me out the door with a “bonne cuisson”. To say the least, it was the experience in my cooking career.

After managing to get the chef knife through customs on the Eurostar (a chef’s knife was not uncommon luggage between Paris and London), the knife stayed corked and papered for the duration of our stay in Oxford- no meal worthy of such a chef’s knife. Although the knife travelled with me to North Dakota, it suffered a similar fate.

Therefore, when we got to Arlington and I unpacked the knife simultaneously with Rick Stein’s Complete Seafood on the week before our anniversary- I knew what meal this knife was destined to make- a Ragout of Seafood with Saffron sauce. The ingredients cost well over USD $175, including saffron, lobster, and Pierre Jouet- but this was the meal to break in an E.Dehillerin knife! Jaci thinks that I dressed up with a tie because it was our anniversary dinner, but in truth, I dressed up for the knife- what self respecting writer goes at his work with a bic in pajamas? The same had to be true for the knife.

Dinner took over 4 hours to make- but it was a complete success- due primarily to the magic of the knife (the dinner was well above my pay grade). And thus, a Gangsta Chef and an E.Dehillerin finally became united.

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06

07 2009

Tres Domestique

I’m well into my second week in Beijing, and hope that last week’s frenzied e-mailing of resumes will pan out this week. I’ve been told that I need to make job searching a full time job, and not to get discouraged if it takes a while, which is kind of hard to do because it is discouraging being ignored, and so boring doing nothing but sending e-mails all day.

On the other hand, I’ve taken the opportunity to be quite domestic. I’ve cooked every night, and have even thrown a dinner party. For my first dinner party in China I cooked nothing other than Chinese food. Andy has a cookbook for wok cooking (in English, fortunately), and I picked a few dishes, invited a few Guinea Pigs, and voila, a Chinese dinner party.

Although none of the dishes I made really resembled the pictures, I think I did a rather good job. The honey chicken and braised bock choy (bai cai in mandarin, and its only 1 kuai for a huge bag!) turned out really well. However, either I don’t know how to pick out meat or I cooked it wrong because the spicy lamb and eggplant stirfry and beef and asparagus with oyster sauce were a tad tough to eat, the meat being a little too grainy.

I went to an outdoor market close to my house to buy all the ingredients, where vegetables are super cheap (I paid 11 kuai (1.50 ish) for a huge bag of asparagus. The meat market is a little overwhelming however, in terms of smell and abundance of animals parts you never knew animals even had. I had to do little mime dances to find out what part of the body different hunks of meat were from. They would tell me, and I still wouldn’t know if its what I really needed. I ended up buying back meat mutton and flank meat beef.

I think most of the shouhuoyuans thought I was an idiot because I didn’t know how much meat I needed or what kind. The lesson I learned was that I will probably be sticking to chicken, since buying huge hunks of beef and lamb is a little unnerving and too complicated. At least I can self identify chicken parts.

There was also a barbecue on Saturday hosted by two other friends, and my contribution was apple crisp. It’s so wonderful being able to cook. Although I’d much prefer a job where I will be too busy to do so.

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02

09 2007

Curry Incident and Curry History

The Incident

Bethany had issued a plea for any kind of mid-term-exam support, so Mom and I decide we would surprise her with curry on the Monday of that notorious week. Our plan was to have dinner ourselves and order extra for Bethany.

We go to House of India and order curry chicken and curry goat, with plenty of naan. The food was good, but the goat was much fattier than usual. At first, I thought aloo had been mixed into the stew until I popped a piece into my mouth and found myself chewing a solid chunk of goat blubber.

We finished our meal and prepared to pack up the remainder. The curry had been served on little karahis sitting atop a stand with sterno warming fuel, and the pot was still about three-quarters full. First, though, I wanted to fish out some of the fatty chunks. I take my spoon and carefully probe the meat, thinking how much Bethany will love this tasty surprise. Suddenly, the karahi and stand topple over the table and land with a clang and a splat on my bench seat. The right side of my sport jacket is covered with curry. I look at Mom, Mom looks at me, and the waiter stares at both us – all of us dumbfounded for several seconds. Then Mom tells the waiter to bring napkins, and he snaps out of the trance.

I pick up the karahi and its stand, and only then notice that one of the three legs is bent sharply inward, no doubt the cause of the instability. I turn my attention toward the pool of curry beside me, and the waiter comes to clear the table. I slip out of the booth and Mom kindly takes my jacket into the restroom to rinse off the curry. As we finish up, I try to explain to the waiter about the bent leg, but he just gives me a patronizing Sure-Mr.-Clumsy-White-Guy smile. I persist, expressing concern that this might happen to another guest, and he shrugs and says, “sometimes the kids play with our dishes.” “What the hell does that mean,” I think, and I start forming the case that the restaurant should pay my cleaning bill. But then another waiter brings a whole new serving of goat curry packaged for take-out. I remember the real mission of the evening, so Mom and I dash to deliver some curry-in-a-hurry to College Park.

Is Curry Actually Brittish?

The following is from The Origins of Curry an excerpt from Menu Magazine an online food magazine, by Peter & Colleen Grove:

Most people in the world today know what a curry is – or at least think they do. In Britain the term ‘curry’ has come to mean almost any Indian dish, whilst most people from the sub-continent would say it is not a word they use, but if they did it would mean a meat, vegetable or fish dish with spicy sauce and rice or bread.

The earliest known recipe for meat in spicy sauce with bread appeared on tablets found near Babylon in Mesopotamia, written in cuniform text as discovered by the Sumerians, and dated around 1700 B.C., probably as an offering to the god Marduk.

The origin of the word itself is the stuff of legends, but most pundits have settled on the origins being the Tamil word ‘kari’ meaning spiced sauce. In his excellent Oxford Companion to Food, Alan Davidson quotes this as a fact and supports it with reference to the accounts from a Dutch traveller in 1598 referring to a dish called ‘Carriel’. He also refers to a Portuguese cookery book from the seventeenth century called Atre do Cozinha, with chilli-based curry powder called ‘caril’.

In her ‘50 Great Curries of India’, Camellia Panjabi says the word today simply means ‘gravy’. She also goes for the Tamil word ‘kaari or kaaree’ as the origin, but with some reservations, noting that in the north, where the English first landed in 1608 then 1612, a gravy dish is called ‘khadi’.

Pat Chapman of Curry Club fame offers several possibilities:- ‘karahi or karai(Hindi)’ from the wok-shaped cooking dish, ‘kari’ from the Tamil or ‘Turkuri’ a seasonal sauce or stew.

The one thing all the experts seem to agree on is that the word originates from India and was adapted and adopted by the British Raj.

On closer inspection, however, there is just as much evidence to suggest the word was English all along.

In the time of Richard I there was a revolution in English cooking . In the better-off kitchens, cooks were regularly using ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, galingale, cubebs, coriander, cumin, cardamom and aniseed, resulting in highly spiced cooking very similar to India. They also had a ‘powder fort’, ‘powder douce’ and ‘powder blanch’.

Then, in Richard II’s reign (1377-1399) the first real English cookery book was written. Richard employed 200 cooks and they, plus others including philosophers, produced a work with 196 recipes in 1390 called ‘The Forme of Cury’. ‘Cury’ was the Old English word for cooking derived from the French ‘cuire’ – to cook, boil, grill – hence cuisine.

In the preface it says this “forme of cury was compiled of the chef maistes cokes of kyng Richard the Secunde kyng of nglond aftir the conquest; the which was accounted the best and ryallest vyand of alle csten ynges: and it was compiled by assent and avysement of maisters and phisik and of philosophie that dwellid in his court. First it techith a man to make commune pottages and commune meetis for howshold, as they shold be made, craftly and holsomly, Aftirward it techith for to make curious potages and meetes and sotiltees for alle maner of states, bothe hye and lowe. And the techyng of the forme of making of potages and of meetes, bothe flesh and of fissh, buth y sette here by noumbre and by ordre”.

In his book ‘Manners and Meals in Olden Times’ (1868) F.J.Furnell noted a passage from a fifteenth century treatise against nouvelle cuisine :

‘Cooks with peire newe conceytes,
choppynge, stampynge and gryndynge
Many new curies alle day pey ar contryvynge
and fyndynge
pat provotethe pe peple to perelles of passage prouz peyne soore pyndynge
and prouz nice excesse of such receytes of pe life to make a endynge.’

So when the English merchants landed at Surat in 1608 and 1612, then Calcutta 1633, Madras 1640 and Bombay 1668, the word ‘cury’ had been part of the English language for well over two hundred years. In fact, it was noted that the meal from Emperor Jahangir’s kitchens of dumpukht fowl stewed in butter with spices, almond and raisins served to those merchants in 1612, was very similar to a recipe for English Chicken Pie in a popular cookery book of the time, ‘The English Hus-wife’ by Gevase Markham. Indeed many spices had been in Europe for hundreds of years by then, after the conquests of the Romans in 40AD and the taking of Al Andulus by the Moors in 711 AD, bringing to Europe the culinary treasures of the spice routes.

Many supporters of the Tamil word kari as the basis for curry, use the definition from the excellent Hobson-Jobson Anglo English Dictionary, first published in 1886. The book quotes a passage from the Mahavanso (c A.D. 477) which says “he partook of rice dressed in butter with its full accompaniment of curries.” The important thing, however, is the note that this is Turnour’s translation of the original Pali which used the word “supa” not the word curry. Indeed Hobson -Jobson even accepts that there is a possibility that “the kind of curry used by Europeans and Mohommedans is not of purely Indian origin, but has come down from the spiced cookery of medieval Europe and Western Asia.”

Whatever the truth, ‘curry’ was rapidly adopted in Britain. In 1747 Hannah Glasse produced the first known recipe for modern ‘currey’ in Glasse’s Art of Cookery and by 1773 at least one London Coffee House had curry on the menu. In 1791 Stephana Malcom, the grandaughter of the Laird of Craig included a curry recipe she called Chicken Topperfield plus Currypowder, Chutnies and Mulligatawny soup as recorded in ‘In The Lairds Kitchen, Three Hundred Years of Food in Scotland’.

Around the same time the word “consumer” began to appear which, conversely, was not originally an English word as one might think, but derived from ‘Khansaman’, the title of the house steward – the chief table servant and purchaser as well as provider of all food in Anglo-Indian households.

In 1780 the first commercial curry powder appeared and in 1846 its fame was assured when William Makepeace Thackeray wrote a ‘Poem to Curry’ in his ‘ Kitchen Melodies’.

Curry

Three pounds of veal my darling girl prepares,
And chops it nicely into little squares;
Five onions next prures the little minx
(The biggest are the best, her Samiwel thinks),
And Epping butter nearly half a pound,
And stews them in a pan until they’re brown’d.
What’s next my dexterous little girl will do?
She pops the meat into the savoury stew,
With curry-powder table-spoonfuls three,
And milk a pint (the richest that may be),
And, when the dish has stewed for half an hour,
A lemon’s ready juice she’ll o’er it pour.
Then, bless her! Then she gives the luscious pot
A very gentle boil – and serves quite hot.
PS – Beef, mutton, rabbit, if you wish,
Lobsters, or prawns, or any kind fish,
Are fit to make a CURRY. ‘Tis, when done,
A dish for Emperors to feed upon.

In the same year Charles Elme Francatelli, chief cook and maitre d’hotel to Queen Victoria included a recipe for ‘Indian Curry Sauce’ in his ‘The Modern Cook’, based on Cook’s or Bruce’s meat curry paste.

In 1861 it was Mrs Beeton’s turn in her ‘Book of Household Management’ where she includes no less than fourteen curry recipes, including Dr Kitchener’s Recipe for India Curry Powder. Even Charles Ranhofer, chef at Delmonico’s (1862-98) wrote in The Epicurean “Curry – the best comes from India. An imitation is made of one ounce of coriander seeds, two ounces of cayenne, a quarter ounce of cardamom seeds, one ounce salt, two ounces turmeric, one ounce ginger, half an ounce of mace and a third of an ounce of saffron”.

The development of the curry industry in Britain has been peculiarly Anglo-Asian such that many people brandish ‘authenticity’ as if it were the Holy Grail. According to Camellia Panjabi “Ninety nine per cent of Indians do not have a tandoor and so neither Tandoori Chicken nor Naan are part of India’s middle class cuisine. This is even so in the Punjab, although some villages have communal tandoors where rotis can be baked. Ninety five per cent of Indians don’t know what a vindaloo, jhal farezi or, for that matter, a Madras curry is”.

Since the opening of The Bombay Brasserie in London in 1982 there has been a growing group of highly trained chefs offering the classic Indian dishes but the backbone of the British industry has consisted largely of self taught chefs who have been clever enough to adapt to market requirements resulting in the Balti craze and the, now world famous, Chicken Tikka Masala amongst others.

‘Curry’ has not looked back since and was recently named the British National dish after a major opinion poll by Gallup. It is interesting to note that the Portuguese, Dutch and even the French were in India long before or concurrently with the English and yet it was Britain that readily adopted curry, not the others.

Perhaps it was because England had had a tradition of ‘cury’ all along!

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02

10 2006