Today I made a strange currylike meal. Firstly i puréed an onion. Would have puréed two but one was rotten at its core, isn’t it always disappointing when such cases transpire? I had no garlick but would very much have appreciated some, not even salt or powder garlick had I and it is surely a best loved thing. I had instead used a half teaspoon of basil and of oregano, one equal to the other for these too are best loved.
After that I fried in the purée 250g of chicken strips, sliced alredy from the packaging, these i fries until the pale redness of the fowl was gone into a pleasant white complexion, et sachiez que this complexion is preferable in all things. I added then a teaspoon of paprika and half of chilli powder, finished a bag of cumin amounting to not more than one and a half teaspoons and then indeed I put upon it indeterminate coriander and a pinch of turmeric et sachiez que the turmeric destroys all things in excess for its love is cruel in nature. No salt did I use and only a touch of black pepper in the same quantity as of turmeric.
Et sachiez que I added these and with them tomato purée such as is got from a tube. Et sachiez que the meal was bare and caught and so quickly did I cook some red lentils that are orange in fact, but perceiving the heat of the pan and gross reduction of liquids therein did I add some quantity of milk amounting to no less than a half of whatever foolish dwarf cups used by Americans to measure things culinary, and no man knows truly the quantity. Likewise truly did the milk do heavenly work upon the earth and truly did the chicken cook well and peacefully until the lentils were good. So too did they join the pan and et sachiez que the meal was filling and it was bland for want or the salt I had forgot.
Such was the meal I cooked, partly curry and partly dhal, though principally based as always upon Nigella’s meatball sauce.
Moral: forget not the salt, et sachiez que milk is never amiss in the cooking of meat and of sauce for it is sure to make well and thick and tender.