As we proceed with chores here at home, whirlwind after whirlwind swirls in from the Atlantic full of rain and fuelled by endless cyclones, devastate coastal regions, flood people houses. Nightmare pictures from low-lying towns fill TV screens, ride on front pages. At night the rain clatters against our windows and rifles the branches of the lime tree opposite. It crashes and curses. The wind whimpers. Domestic circumstances and weather conditions seem to work together to stifle attempts at keeping cheerful.
Korma is the name given to pale, creamy, spicy, dishes in India. Yogurt and coconut milk supply the creaminess. Tonight, as part of my spicy exploration campaign, is korma night. I have been thinking about appropriate ingredients for most of the day. I am glad to say that Jenny and Caroline share my enthusiasm.