I'm sorry. How about chicken paella. Something different.
sincerely,
I'm sorry. How about chicken paella. Something different.
sincerely,
Looks like a great recipe, smilingcat.![]()
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Stay away from the chains and go to a South Asian/Indo-Pak grocery store. Get some Biryani Masala powder (Priya is a good brand--yellow box) and saute the chicken with it. Don't use too much--the box says to use alot more than I would.
Also get some paneer (Jyoti is a good brand, canned) and maybe some lentils. Don't forget the naan (frozen is best unless you can make your own). Grab a few chutneys to try while you're there, and pick up a sixpack of Kingfisher beer (likely not sold at the South Asian store, but usually available where decent beer is sold) and you are all set for a wonderful and flavorful South Asian inspired supper!
Finish it off with fresh mango.
Paneer=YUM
Never heard of it canned. We get it wrapped in plastic in the fridge, like cheese, which it is, I guess.
I'm thinking of Dehli saag (sans paneer), which is spinach and mustard greens with ginger and spices. Very delicious. Jyoti has other varieties, too, but the saag is my favorite. I've seen it frozen and canned, but I have not seen the prepared variety in the fridge. I suppose the plain paneer (cheese) is there, but I've never felt the need to make it all from scratch since there are fantastic prepared options out there. Someday I'd like to take an Indian cooking class or three. That would be cool.
Saag paneer was my introduction to both saag and paneer.
Our local Indian restaurant is a gem.
Ages ago, Brewer indulged me routinely, letting me pick out all the delicious cheese bits, and eating only the greens that stuck to them because I loved them so. (the way to a malkin's heart must be through the paneer)
The server (also the proprietor of the restaurant) sometimes wore a nametag with about 375 characters on it. It is the law here that anyone serving alcohol wear a nametag. He always sported a half-smile and we joked that that half-smile might have been the downfall of the British Empire.
One night at the restaurant, a party at a nearby table ordered their food, and when asked what they'd like to drink, one diner (a 20 something guy) ordered milk. Without hesitation, the server asked "Would you like a nipple with that sir?" and we could almost not contain ourselves.
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