I had Indian food for the first time last night.
Paneer with spinach and a seafood dish in a spicy sauce with yogurt and nuts. Also, garlic paneer. H had paneer as well and a citrusy tomato sauce. It was really spicy. Mine was supposed to be “medium” but I also found it intensely spicy.
Here’s the thing.
I need to learn to make–at the very least, paneer and that sauce, which is called “korma” sauce. I’m guessing that this will require a bunch of specialized shopping, since I doubt I have any of the spices I need onhand. Well, garlic. Always garlic.
How did a whole nationality of cuisine this awesome escape me for my whole life up to this point?
In other news, I went to the doc yesterday after not going for almost a year. The new doc is actually pretty awesome. My numbers were slightly worse than last year, which stands to reason since I was out of a few meds and have been taking abysmal care of myself since falling into a crazy depression. I got a referral for a therapist, and they also want me to have an EKG stress test thingy. I don’t know why provoking my heart is a good idea, but I’m not a doctor. I’m also behind for a mammogram, so I probably should call back and get a referral for that too.
I need to get one of those lights for seasonal affective disorder. I was hoping my insurance would cover it, but no such luck. They’re surprisingly costly. Fie!Tags: cooking, h, sick, the crazy