Curry Night

One of the first food realities you are hit with when moving to the UK is that Indian food is as central to their diet as Mexican food is to ours. You often here, "Lets go for a curry," when someone wants to go out to eat, or instead of a pizza night at church you often have a "curry night." I, as you can probably imagine, have been slow to take up the curry mantel. Admittedly, we started making some korma chicken at home, which is the standard meal for the non-curry-baptized.

But, after enjoying korma for many months, I decided to take the next step and actually order "real" curry. Now, this might sound a lot more impressive than it is, but for me, all it meant was ordering korma in rather than making from a jar. But I had three korma options, which was a bit distressing, and went with the one that sounded less weird than the others.

To take this plunge, we carried out from Blue Moon:



They always throw in these poppadoms which people dip into chutney or whatever else. They weren't bad.



We had the curry with our friends Alister and Renee (secretly trying to spur on her pregnancy with curry - a common cure), and here is Al with my favorite part of curry - naan bread. Naan is so good.



Naan is so good in fact that I had to put on my tearing-naan-face.



So here was our curry: a little rice, some chutney (I'm afraid of chutney, mostly because it is called chutney, so I stayed away), chicken, veg, and of course, naan...mmmmmmmm.