Every cuisine has its distinctive dishes and characteristics, and it’s partly that variety that fascinates me and no doubt keeps us all interested in food. As with music, where I am constantly amazed at the different ways of putting eight notes together into something unique and new, so it is with cooking and the different ways of combining ingredients. Each cusine not only seems to have its own style but also borrows elements from other nations as people moved around the earth and made contact with each other and new ingredients over the ages.
I love rice. It is so versatile and I could quite happily eat rice every day, much to Ms Onion’s chagrin, although we don’t eat it every day for exactly that reason. Sometimes I wonder if I was born on the wrong continent.
If you’ve been following along closely and paying attention you’ve probably figured out I like a curry, and more specifically Indian curries and Indian style food in general. In these days of globalisation, world commodity markets and modern efficient transport I find it easy to take for granted the spices I use every day, but it wasn’t always the case.
Don’t go! Seriously, if you’re not into hot and spicy food hang in there, because this isn’t. Terms like ‘atomic’ and ‘Hiroshima’ have become (rather distastefully in my opinion) pretty clichéd with food, conjuring up images of having your head blown off with fiery chilli and spices and stocking up the freezer with toilet roll, but the truth of why this dish is called Hiroshima chicken is much more exciting than that.
I was passing the Indian grocery store and noticed they had an advertisement on the window for Butter Chicken Nuggets, which got me thinking along the lines of flavoured nuggets. Some years ago we were staying in Sydney and went to see Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’ at the Opera House. Being in a large cosmopolitan city we thought rather than rush our dinner we would get something on the way home, as there would be something open for sure. Big assumption as it turned out – choices were pretty much limited to Hungry Jacks and the like. Not wishing to spoil the evening we waited until we got back to the hotel and ordered Indian from room service, notably Butter Chicken. It was absolutely beautiful, but without going into detail lets just say ‘The Tempest’ turned out to be an apt description of the after-effects.