The boss was making a Thai chicken curry, so it was a bit “fusion”, but definitely worked. The texture of the bread is wonderful - very light and spongy. That might be because I let it prove for a fairly long time, and the yoghurt seems to send the yeast into overdrive. I’m thinking of making it into buns and using it the next time I do the burgers.
Two things to note:
Even with the quantities given in the recipe, there’s not enough to use a mixer effectively - better to mix and knead by hand
Which brings us to the second point: the mix is VERY sticky until it comes together - make sure both the worktop and your hands are well floured.
Thinking about it, I reckon it would cook very well on a pizza stone - should give that authentic tandoor feel. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get one…
well oiled is better. Well I would say that woudn’t I? But in general when dealing with dough, oil rather than flour the surfaces and hands. She typed, greasily…
The naan sounds spectacularly gorgeous, and I wouldn’t sneeze at The Boss’s Thai Curry either. That’s a lie, tbh: tonight, I sneeze at everything. But it’s not a criticism. Send Thai curry, this is a non-medical emergency…
I imagine you are slightly-less-than-sobered orff, Dahlink. Not that I can talk…
Well I probably could if pressed. To the extent of " who are you and stop pressing me", not a lot further.
Get the heid back doon, wumman. Cursing rhythmically can be very sleep-inducing.
Otherwise, try this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n99pGnO_o not that it is by any means intended as a lullaby. But it twangs the mind and heart back into place. Well, mine anyway
G xx
You think that’s bad? I once did the usual small hours panic to finish corrections to a piece that had to be submitted next day. Finally, about 4am, I saved the finished file as a PDF, set up a fax to send off next day, shut down the computer and went to bed.
Half an hour later the phone rings. I’m about to give someone an earful when, well let’s just say I wasn’t aware that the system automatically sent queued faxes on shutdown - and kept retrying until successful…
Ah the dear and long-lost days of sodding fax-machines, the blue remembered pills (no not them, not in those days), the toner cartidge wot went pouff! and wrote off me cream silk little shrug bolero, the correcting the Spanish spelling of me first-ever trainee though he knew I didn’t speak it and he did (that was a Witch badge…) and the numbers that would ring one back, repeatedly, trying to send one’s phone a fax.
Actually I do miss those times, in a start-up; the enthusiasm and the innocence. And the proof-reading (ahem, says the worst typist on TAR)
Gx
When I were a productive member of society (Whaddya mean productive? peelers don’t make things Ed) there was an allegedly secure computer managed communication system
There was a back up computer in case of the main computer’s site going bang as police stations were wont to do then
Location of the back up?
Beside the main machine!
Dontcha love the thinking of senior peelers at times?
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