tag: the house where virtue goes to die
September 6, 2012
There was a year or so in my life when I spent a lot of time in the San Gabriel Valley in a house filled with boys. We ate a lot of burritos and a lot of pizza, and we ate a lot of take-out Thai food.
Specifically, the Karee Curry from Thai n’I in Encino. A huge portion of a coconutty yellow soup with chunks of chicken and potatoes simmered all day and served over steaming white rice. It was a little sweet from the coconut milk but had a spice that snuck up on you. Nothing much at first bite, but by the end, you’d be sweating.
I’ve been craving that sweet-spicy concoction lately. Luckily, Parisians seem to have embraced many Asian cuisines, so it wasn’t difficult to find the appropriate ingredients. My curry didn’t simmer all day, and I served it with quinoa and wheat berries instead of sticky white rice, and it probably isn’t what you’d call “authentic,” but it still brought back good memories. And that spice-sweat that sneaks up on you.