What do you miss about life before kids? That was the question on an online forum recently. I sometimes miss sleeping when I like, and socializing when I like, and spending (ish) what I like. And I also miss curry. I really do. I used to make curry at least twice a week; chicken Korma with lime, lamb Passanda, Rogan Josh – and other dishes I pronounce equally badly, all from my giant Marks and Spencer Indian cookbook.
But the kids don’t eat any of it, so I threw in the (tea) towel. Twice a year, I make a renewed attempt to get them to try curry, each time hoping for an epiphany; an exclamation of delight – a “Mum this is gorgeous!” or even a “Mum, I don’t actually hate this.”
Yesterday was one of those days. I got out my old collection of recipes clipped from weekend magazines of the Independent and the Irish Times. I decided on a honey and ginger curry, which the recipe stated would take twenty minutes to prepare. Twenty minutes later, I had chopped some onion and was half-way through peeling the garlic. Recipe writers probably don’t take child-interruptions into account when they’re calculating their timings. I’d had one request for crackers, one report of hair-pulling and two urgent appeals for help with loom bands during those twenty-minutes so my chances of preparing an entire curry in the alloted time were limited from the outset.
“What’s for dinner mum?” asked Emmie who is five, during one of the mid-cooking loom-band tutorials. “Eh… honey chicken and rice,” I fibbed, but only slightly. “Yay! I love rice!” she said happily. Right so, honey chicken and rice it is.
An hour later, when I had finally assembled the curry in the pot and the children at the table, I started distributing plates.
“Argh!” screamed Emmie, on seeing spring onions chopped up in her dad’s curry. “Don’t worry,” I reassured her, “There’s no spring onion in yours.” I’m all for giving them a bit of everything, but the honey chicken was going to be a tough sell on its own. So each child was given a bowl with rice, two small pieces of chicken, and one – just one – sliver of red pepper. And so it began.
“Mum! What is this red pepper doing in my bowl? You said it was honey chicken!” said Emmie.
“It is, but it comes with red pepper. Don’t eat it if you don’t want to, but you know I’d love you to try it.”
“No way am I eating that. I’ll try this chicken though”
She gingerly (no pun intended) nibbled a tiny, miniscule corner of the tiny, miniscule piece of chicken, then screwed up her face in horror.
“It’s yuck! Oh it’s terrible!” she said, then turned to Clara, who is six, and warned “Don’t eat it – whatever you do, don’t eat it!”
Clara had been feeling brave about trying it, but this was a setback.
“Oh – I don’t think I should taste it after all mum – it sounds really yuck,” she said, having the good grace to look apologetic.
“Ah please try it, honestly, it’s just normal chicken with a bit of honey?”
“OK, I’ll do dip dip dip to see if I should try it,” she decided.
She started pointing to each of us in turn, and singing a rhyme that went something like “Dip, dip, dip, will you come to the party, and will you bring your own cream bun”.
She landed on my husband, and looked at him expectantly. Just as confused by all of this as I was, he looked wordlessly back at her.
“Dad, you have to vote now – should I try the chicken or not?” she said.
“Yes, do try it,” was his obvious response.
“Right, that’s your vote done – thanks dad, now I’ll go again, dip, dip, dip….” and off she went, around the table, this time landing on Sam, who is two.
“What do you vote – I think I shouldn’t try the chicken, say ‘no’ if you think I shouldn’t try it,” she said.
“No!” was his not unexpected response.
“Right, that’s one vote for and one against, I wonder who will win!” she said excitedly. Emmie looked gleeful, eager for her chance to vote against the chicken and indeed, she was next.
“Should I eat the chicken?” asked Clara.
“No, don’t eat it!” said Emmie.
“OK mum, I think that’s it – two people said no and one said yes, so I’m not allowed to eat it,” said Clara.
“Don’t I get a vote?” I asked.
“No, you’re the person who made it, so you don’t get to vote,” she said.
“And this is why we never get to have curry anymore,” I said to my husband, throwing my hands up in the air.
“What, that was curry?” shrieked the two girls in unison. That was the end of the remaining half-hearted attempts to try the food. And the end of my attempts to cook curry. At least for another six months.
In case you’d like to try the Honey and Ginger Curry that I can’t have, here’s the recipe:
(taken from a Catherine Cleary column in a 2003 edition of the Sunday Tribune)
- 1 medium onion
- Half a thumb size piece of fresh ginger
- 1 clove of garlic
- 2 dessert-spoons of honey
- 4 chicken fillets, chopped
- 2 cans of coconut milk
- 1 tea-spoon of curry paste (or just chillies instead)
- 1 red pepper, sliced
- 4 spring onions
Fry the onion, garlic and ginger in some oil
Add curry paste, then honey
Add chopped chicken and fry until cooked on the outside
Add slices of red pepper and pour in coconut milk
Simmer for twenty minutes or until the chicken is cooked through
Add spring onions at the very end, and serve with rice or naan bread
I’m not jealous at all.
19 thoughts on “Curry with a pinch of children”
Oh dear! Your children are very clever. And very funny! It seems you might be doomed to a life without curry for some time yet. I think, if I left the chili/curry paste out I might just convince my girls to eat it… but then it wouldn’t really be a curry, would it?! Then I’d also have to convince the hubby to eat coconut milk… Looks like I’m doomed too…
Want to have a curry date sometime??
Sadhbh@WhereWishesComeFrom recently posted…Not New Niceties #2
We will absoutely have to do a curry date – you’re on!
Your kids are funny and clever 🙂 I have an overdose of chicken curry to be honest. That’s what you get when you live with a man who has been fed curry all his life. The kids actually like it, if you just tell them it’s chicken and don’t put any veg on the plate! My Indian neighbour cooks the most amazing curry I’ve ever tasted and you should see his two-years old daughter stuffing her face, it’s hilarious. She was obviously educated from a very young age!
Nearly Irish recently posted…Awkward situation
You’re going to invite me over right? Or at least to your neighbour’s house? 🙂
You’ll have to be able to handle very spicy food to survive my neighbour’s curry!!
Nearly Irish recently posted…Awkward situation
This made me laugh out loud 🙂
Elaine Lawless recently posted…3 Top Tips to Creating Your Dream Job CV
Then my work here is done Elaine 🙂
Was yours lovely though? Going on different types of baby food jars I may have the same future as you… Some day maybe they’ll come around!!
Lisa recently posted…A Failed Attachment Parent
Oh no, they are funny though lol my girls love curry, korma, tikka, I’ve been giving it too them since they were small lol korma is the favourite, you can come have some at our house 🙂
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Hilarious. Must try that recipe. My toddler eats any kind of curry so far. He’ll be a very hungry little boy if he decides to stop eating curries in our house!
Sheila recently posted…Long haul torture with a toddler
Oh really? My one has been eating the Annabel Karmel curry since she was six months. (I jest)
Congratulations on winning the Image Award – just spotted mention of it on another website. I hold a chipped cup of early morning survival coffee aloft in your honour.
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Thank you very much – I read your comment this morning when I was having my own very rushed coffee and it made me smile
Oh I feel your pain. My six-year-old regularly accuses me of trying to trick him into eating curry. He will grudgingly accept a mild thai broth type thing but anything else, regardless of what I call it is declined. When we have a curry craving we order Indian after they’ve gone to bed. That said, I really like the sound of the recipe and will definitely be trying it.
Sinead – Bumbles of Rice recently posted…Four: “A weally big age”
Yep that’s what I think we will do here too – the time has come for a Thai Red Curry from Diep. Tomorrow night. It’s happening (can you tell I’m starving as I write this)
Clever kids!! So annoying when they won’t budge on certain foods…I usually try to reel them in with the accompaniments..like no naan bread ( which they love) until they gave had 4 forkfuls, or add pineapple ( again a favourite) to make it more attractive, failing that I make the proper spicy currys on the nights we are not eating with them.
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Or failing everything…we might just have to get a takeaway tomorrow night…
I have varying degrees of success with curry. Mostly failure though, As, completely infuriatingly, my kids complain about my go-to curry recipe as being nowhere near as nice as my brothers. It’s the same recipe!! It’s not complicated!! So now, I just have my curry and the little beasts have plain rice and plain chicken… And I don’t have to listen to the moans 🙂
Emily recently posted…The Measure Of Our Days
Maybe I need to give in and do that. I’m really stubborn about not cooking separate meals (read: lazy) but maybe it’s the only way…
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