Humbling, sort of. A sign of how far I have to go, for sure. My first attempt at making Indian food was a mixed bag. My wife's first comment summed it up, "If I didn't know I was supposed to be eating Indian food I would really like it." The dish itself was fine, not great but fine. I chopped up pieces of chicken thighs, coated it with salt, pepper and ground mustard, cooked it in wine and cream with chili paste and mushrooms served over a large scoop of Basmati Rice. Now I'm not gonna lie, I like almost all food, but there is nothing I like more than rice. I know it is a weird go to dish, but I love it. The rice alone made me confident that I wouldn't hate the dish.
The problem is the sauce came out hella thin. (Yes, I said hella. That is an acceptance of my Bay Area roots, translated to very for the not so hip). The best thing about Indian food is taking the naan at the end of the meal and dipping it in the sauce. This dish would be better served with saltine crackers and a spoon.
I was actually very disappointed with the dish. It was edible, but not at all what I was intending. What hurts the most is it didn't even taste Indian. I do have a deep respect for the Indian cooking culture, and hope that one day I do it better justice than tonight. I guess it will take a little practice and time, but I have a lot of that. Come back next time... NEXT ROUND'S ON ME!
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