Indian arms raceI come from a family of overachievers. Especially when it comes to food. If somebody wants Italian food, well, here comes an Italian feast that would make the Godfather swoon. Chinese? The woks are out in full force. My brother says that my mom and sisters and I are the food equivalent of the nuclear arms race. Mother is Reagan, my sister is Kruschev, and the proliferation begins.
"I'll see your homemade egg rolls and raise you hand rolled chocolates!"
So, there is always PLENTY of food, to say the least.
Yesterday, we celebrated the birthdays of two of my sisters, and the dinner theme was an Indian feast. We love Indian food. It's one of our favorites, and we're pretty dang good at it. So, we went all out. Chicken Tikka Masala, Coconut Korma, Pork Vindaloo, the best lentils I've made yet, naan bread, raita, tamarind chutney, mint chutney, mango chutney, mango lassis--oh. my. heavens.
As far as I'm concerned, let the arms race continue!!