Sunday was unrelentingly grey and rainy, and perhaps as a consequence, I bought one of the more colourful bags Henrik has had to cope with. Walking past an Indian shop with our friend Hana, I got an impromptu lesson on how to cook puffed rice (Indian salad style, not with milk for breakfast), and decided with that as a basis to buy ingredients that would unmistakably point towards some kind of warm and spicy curry. I did pretty well on the herbs and spices, before starting to think about the meat. On the spur of the moment, I went into my usual Moroccan butcher and asked if he had any goat. I left with a quarter goat in a plastic bag (and a rather entertained butcher mulling over the idea that I did not want him to carve the meat at all because I wanted to make my husband work...). In all, the bag consisted of, goat, okra, peas, tomatoes, coriander, puffed rice, lentils, fresh mint and coriander, cardamom pods, cumin seeds, coriander seeds, turmeric, plums, mango and blood oranges. Good luck, Henrik!
I think I all since we started this game I’ve been quite tiring in my attempts to use whatever ingredients Hazel has given me in the absolute opposite way than what she