Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Curry

My brother in law, Brooks, has this great cookbook that he cooks out of nearly every night.


I don't use it because I already have a couple of recipes under my belt. I cook them from memory. Also I made them up. One is Black beans and 'stuff' served straight, the other is black beans and 'stuff' over quinoa.  I call it Mexican Mash 1 and Mexican Mash 2, and I eat them every day on an alternating schedule.

But then Brooks got an Ipad from his parents as a birthday present. He downloaded this app which is an interactive Mark Bittman cookbook with a picture of Mark himself on it. It was cool. Actually, it was baller. I started playing with it.


I found a recipe for a winter squash curry. It was easy and turned out to be such a success that I made it the very next day for my cousins. I had Lisa over the next night, and I made it for her, too. I served it to three different friends in four days. They all thought I was brilliant. They didn't know that it had taken over my life.

All of this cooking had me running back and forth to the grocery store, always for the same ingredients: onions, peas, squash, coconut milk, green beans and chard. I'd lap the produce section, then float towards checkout, making direct eye contact with my fellow shoppers. Have a look in my cart, I dared them. Just look at my vegetables. I am better than you.
 

For two weeks straight I made the curry every night. Then one day at work, I realized mid-chew that I couldn't swallow another bite of it. I was done. And instead of listening to my body, I soldiered through and took down what was already in my mouth. Then I put the lid back on the Tupperware, and put it back into my lunch bag. Then I threw up.

 

I knew I'd have to throw the rest of the curry out. But each day when I come home from work, I throw everything onto the floor and I run away. I run away to my bed, or to the bathroom, or to the fridge or the computer to check the Internet in case someone extraordinary has emailed me with some life changing news. I do this every day. So, that day, I threw my lunch bag on the floor and left it there. Then, because I am so busy and important, I forgot about it.


Five days later, I tripped over that bag where it was still sitting in the living room. I'd better tidy up, I thought. I picked up the bag. It was heavy. So I reached inside of it.


 

The curry. It lives.

Horrified, I put the curry on the kitchen counter and decided to deal with it later.


But that night I went climbing. I was out late, and when I got home I was very tired. I decided to deal with the curry on Monday.  Stop me if you see where this is going.

Monday
Tuesday, I began to really dread dealing with the curry. I thought about how it would smell when I removed the lid. Part of me just wanted to chuck the whole container,  which would be so easy, and so wrong. I really, really, really, really didn't want to deal with it. I decided to put it off till Wednesday.

Tuesday
But by Wednesday, I had literally forgotten all about it.

Wednesday
Thursday, I was also extremely busy.

Thursday
  And then, one day,  I got home and it was gone.


Brooks had dealt with it! He'd thrown it away! I was so happy!


 But later that night, I went to the fridge for a string cheese.


And guess what I found in the fridge.




It was the curry!

Brooks had put it in the fridge, thinking it was still good!

It was not over.  

The right thing to do, the grown up thing to do, would be to remove it from the fridge and dispose of it properly. But then I realized, you know, I could just leave it in there. It's only a matter of time before my sister happens upon it. Then, hungry and unknowing, she'll reheat it and try to eat it.

This could work.

Leave it in the fridge and wait for this all to play out. Or throw it out myself now and move on with my life. I wish I could say it was over. But it's a debate that rages on inside my head to this day.

8 comments:

Andrew said...

This is clearly Apple's fault, and I think you ought to write Steve Jobs a letter insisting that he come clean up HIS mess.

Emma said...

So funny! I love the emotion photos of yourself. And for the record, I have thrown out entire containers of stuff before to avoid dealing with the contents.

Jessica said...

Oh my god....this was good....

Andy said...

This is a great way to tell a story.
I refuse to dishes. For weeks. Thank God I live alone. (What is wrong with me?)

elissa said...

i've definitely thrown away entire containers to avoid dealing with them. Or conveniently "forgotten" to take care of them until charlie, with a keen and probably over-reactive sense of how long food is good for, does. And then I apologize profusely for "forgetting".

Ed and/or Kee said...

Lina, I was all over this, thinking that I MUST make this curry immediately. But as I read on it somehow lost its appeal... What do you think? Should I try it? I promise we'll eat it all within three days.

dig this chick said...

Seriously, that curry sounds pretty great and it is truly astounding that you ate it for two weeks straight. I wanted to try it but now, how could I? Ha. And, it makes perfect sense you wouldn't want to confront puke curry. Leave it in the fridge for a little longer.

Melina said...

Yes, dig, that is the spirit!