I want to start today’s post with a heartfelt plea. My dear friend Paula is distraught; she has had visitors from all the states in the USA, save for Delaware. This is extremely upsetting for Paula. I am beginning to suspect that people in Delaware don’t blog. Could this be true? Somebody out there must know somebody in Delaware? Surely! PLEASE; IF YOU KNOW SOMEBODY IN DELAWARE, ASK THEM TO GO AND SAY HELLO TO PAULA’S BLOG!!!
Now, on to Sidey’s weekend theme …
Usually, after work, my husband stops in at one of his two favourite local pubs. The Jolly Roger has, he says, become too rowdy, with young advertising industry types using it as a pick-up spot. These days he prefers the slightly seedy Thundergun, where elderly blokes hang like aphids at the bar counter, miserably avoiding small talk and allowing Old Spouse to read his paper in peace.
He never eats there, but one evening – both O Bunn and I were out for supper – he ordered their daily special and came home groaning with a fierce case of heartburn. It had been curried mince and rice, he told me, the likes of which he’d never tasted. As he struggled to describe it to me, ‘not Indian, not Thai, they put bloody fruit in it!’, it dawned on me; it was Orange Free State curry. School fete curry, a long-forgotten taste from my childhood. I had to have it, but – try as I did – I couldn’t recreate it.
My friend, Chantelle, put up a request in an Afrikaans recipe-swap group on Facebook and – sure enough – within hours a lady posted the recipe, which I cooked last night. Old Spouse wasn’t home to witness my joy as I scoffed. He also got out of watching as the heartburn set in.
FREE STATE CURRY INGREDIENTS:
500g mixed frozen vegetables (I only used peas, can’t face a frozen carrot)
4 medium potatoes, cubed
1 medium onion, chopped
10ml mild curry powder
5ml Borrie (Tumeric)
50ml apricot jam
2 tablespoons chutney
1 tablespoon maizina, mixed to a paste with water
Salt & pepper to taste.
The man is due home today, I think he’ll give the pub a miss, I’m sure he’s been very homesick for his own hearth this past, cold week…