Curry pain and bliss

[Dimitri]

My wife makes the absolute most delicious venison curry you can imagine. Anyone who has tasted the venison curry she makes always goes back for seconds. On the days that my wife makes curry, if I listen very carefully, I can hear strange rumblings in the neibourhood. I finally figured out that it is the stomachs of the Indian people in the neighbouhood who, if the wind blows in their direction, are lucky enough to get a hint of the wonderful aromatic curry smell that eminates from our kitchen. The wonderful aroma alone is something to experience and it must be painful for the poor neighbours that they are restricted to experiencing the aroma and belly rumblings but not the exquisite taste of that curry dish.

I have been dreaming of a venison curry for a few weeks now but for various reasons I did not get my curry. First, I took out some mountain reedbuck stewing meat which I had assumed my wife would turn into a curry masterpiece but, for some reason, she turned it into an osabuco masterpiece instead. Delicious, but not curry. Last week I took out some impala meat but my wife did not have time to get to the shops to buy some of the essential secret curry ingredients so we had a yummy venison stew instead. Yummy, but not curry. Venison curry withdrawal symptoms can be quite painful so, this past weekend, at the same time that I made the venison pie, I also took out 2 packs (+-1.5kg) of impala stewing meat and aged the meat in an airtight plastic container in buttermilk, garlic, onion and a splash of balsamic vinegar. I made it absolutely clear to my wife that if that meat was turned into anything else but her mouthwatering curry dish then I was going to cancel Valentine's Day this year.

Sometimes my wife makes the curry in two stages. She cooks the dish 3/4 of the way the night before and then finishes it off the next day. And so stage 1, using the perfectly aged impala venison, took place last night and it was brutal. It is not a nice thing to see a man drooling uncontrollably and although I did apologise to my family, I can't understand why I was the only one to do so because the kids were drooling too. But, it's been hell at work today. The clocks seemed to have stopped working properly and I just can't bear the withdrawal pains. In approximately 4.5 hours it will be all over. Heaven. Mouthwatering curry bliss.

I wish I could share the recipe with everyone but alas my wife won't give me the recipe. She says that I make such a big fuss about her curry dish that there is always the danger that I might leave her if I get the recipe and can make it for myself.

4 hours 25 minutes to go ...

[Swede]

Nothing like a great curry, unfortunately some are still blinded by the Cartwright's

[RUPERT]

That is uncalled for Dimitri. Nee man nou is ek honger en my pens skreeu op my.