Part of my issue is that I'm feeding my band leader because he's going to be at the studio doing some session work for me. So crockpot butter chicken == yes because I can just have it there and going for as long as I need. I can probably approximate the time the rice will take, and it will also sit steaming in the cooker pretty happily for a while. But with the naan, I should probably be putting it in the oven at an appropriate time related to when we're going to eat and I have zero idea what time that will be.
Also, I just blew twenty minutes searching the web to find out what kind of beer I should serve with it. Internet consensus seems to say IPA. Which is fine for me and the dude, but probably the SO will want a wheat. What say you, hive mind?
A wheat will work, as long as it's not a super spicy curry. (It'd be fine regardless, just that a wheat is pretty light and can be overwhelmed.)
Cool, it's like Nora has a Beer Signal.
There are White IPAs now that could split the difference.
You serve him what you have, and if he gets all beer snob on you, you tell him, "Bring your own if you're that picky, dude".
Also hoppy wheats, like Boulevard's 80 Acre
Naw, he's not picky. I just like giving people what they like.
Perfect, Nora, thank you.
Connie, lots of markets sell Indian sauces now in the international aisle if you wanted to just add the meat and/or veg. I think our Trader Joes has both frozen and fresh naan; I've never tried either. Indian food is one of the few post-pregnancy cravings I haven't been able to have yet. I must fix that soon.
It's okay. Not like the real thing, but not bad.
I am back from my trip. It was all too short, packed with so much, and a great time. I arrived home yesterday, but I was a jetlagged zombie after 10 hours of travelling.
Highlights were definitely seeing The Oresteia on the West End. Hamlet was okay...Cumberbatch was great, the set was amazing, but the play had some holes. The Bakkhai, despite having Ben Whishaw and Bertie Carvel was NOT GOOD. I also loved going to Hampstead Heath and Keats House, The Wallace Collection, getting to see a Downton Abbey preview of the first ep, plus a q & a with Lady Edith, Isobel, the costume designer and one of the producers.
And Dublin remains my happy place. Also, I touched a mummy's finger! It was so weird.
