rick stein's chicken chettinad

Having dragged my arse around Victoria in the lunchtime rain to get the necessary spices, we’re having curry tonight, even if it’s late and I have to make a subsequent dash to our new, world-beating corner shop for all our premium wine and beer needs.

Seriously though, it has the most amazing selection of wine and beer I’ve ever seen, and beats pretty much all local supermarkets/off licences into a cocked hat, so not only do we get brilliant booze (obviously all booze is brilliant), we also get the heart-warming satisfaction of supporting our local businesses. And booze, of course.

Anyway I feel we need to have another crack at the mighty chicken chettinand to expunge the curry of shame I drunkenly created last time, before storming off to bed in a huff claiming our marriage was at an end.

Clearly the only way to do this is to cook it again in an atmosphere of reconciliation and enjoyment of each others company. Strangely enough, this turns out to be a roaring success although looking at the amount of empty bottles in the recycling bin I could probably hazard a guess what aided this…

sources
chicken chettinad - Rick Stein, Rick Stein's India, p216