When Dave was an impressionable young man of 14, his class was in charge of making a grad dinner; and for some bizarre reason, it ended up being chicken curry (I say bizarre as it was in the mid-80s in a very small town-what, no spaghetti?). Dave's job was to cut up vegetables and stir a huge heaping pot of the heavily pungent dish-and it was a smell he could not escape. No amount of scrubbing, bleaching or soaking could diminish the odor that was now permanently burnt into his nasal cavity; and it is why Dave has vowed never EVER to eat Indian curry-until I cruelly tricked him, that is.
I know I should have given Dave the heads up what my intentions were -to make a spicy lentil soup that happened to have curry as a seasoning ( wasn't attempting some radical intervention, honest); however, when I was brutally rebuffed for wanting to make a tuna casserole (what can I say? I have a weird fetish for '60s-inspired food), Dave told me that if I wanted to try a new recipe, to just do it -don't give him a chance to talk me out it....so I simply followed his instructions like a dutiful wife (wink wink).
Now, once he got over the initial shock and smell, Dave kept an open mind and ate the soup (that alone is impressive as he easily could have pouted and made bacon and eggs for himself). Instead, Dave sat down with a big bowl of Vegan Red Lentil Soup and dug in..... and quite enjoyed it. His only criticism was that the soup needed more heat; however, Dave has given me the green light to make it again. Let the healing process begin! Amen and pass the Tabasco.....
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