I’ve gone a bit spice-crazy in my cooking lately. Sunday night has become “curry night”, largely because Sunday is the one day a week where I usually make no plans and thus don’t mind sitting around while my dinner simmers for two or three hours.

My newest favorite spice is tumeric, in no small part because of its wonderful orange-yellow colour. It turns everything yellow, even the chef, if the chef is careless with his stirring spoon. Not that anything like that has ever happened to me…

While looking for something to link from this entry I also discovered that tumeric has all sorts of cool medicinal properties (lower rates of various cancers among frequent curry eaters, etc). Neato.

Toss some tumeric in with some cumin and coriander and maybe some cayenne pepper and you’ve got yourself the beginnings of a nice curry.

Here endeth the boring blog post about what I had for dinner. I promise some movie reviews and musings on creationism in the coming days. Really.

I went with my friend Gomed to try the new Indian restaurant tonight. The selection is a bit limited (buffet or the special, which was Butter Chicken) and they didn’t serve the Mango Lassi I’d been getting psyched for, but in a town like Fredericton that is understandable.

We both had the buffet, which was a bit pricier ($17) and had a bit less variety than you might find in a similar restaurant in for example Montreal, but made up for it by being very tasty. Gomed especially liked the Tandoori Chicken (“like my mother would make”), and I enjoyed it as well. I think my favorite was the lamb curry. Also, you can’t go wrong with Nan.

Was it spicy?

Ian: “It was pretty spicy, but not more than I could handle”
Gomed: “Good thing it was pretty mild because I don’t like spicy things all that much”.

Overall, quite a nice experience. We both ate way to much. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow it means I exploded. At least you’ll know that I died happy.

It’s a little known fact about my life that when I have soup for lunch (as I am doing now) I am always struck by one phrase on the label: “Refrigerate unused portions promptly”. Say it out loud. Doesn’t it feel lovely on the tongue?

As our civilization declines into general illiteracy (“Toonie Twos-Day”, spelling “extreme” with an “X” , or “Roq the Coq” anyone? That last one is actually a poorly-conceived burger king promotion), the good people at Campbell’s Soup are standing up for clear and effective communication.

That’s all I wanted to say.

Best. Onion. Article. Ever.