My hubby and I have been on a Thai food kick for the last couple of months. I can't really pinpoint when it came about, but it seems as though we have HAD to have it once a week, every week for a while now.
Of course, this addiction does not come cheaply. It is hard to swallow a $40 meal for just two people. No matter how good the Curry Chicken and Fried Rice are.
So I did what any other person what with a brain and some kitchen skills would do...I bought a cookbook.
I went to my local outlet mall, and perused the cookbook section. Not to be sidetracked by a really interesting New Orleans Cajun cookbook; I found this particular Thai cookbook, paid for my purchase and walked out, dreaming of the fabulous dinners I would be able to create using this new book.
Throughout the week, I read and made my decision to cook Shrimp Curry and Fried Rice. I even decided to make a variation of the Curry using chicken, for the kids and began to prepare my shopping list.
I began to seek out the ingredients I would need, my mouth watering with each prized acquisition added to my little collection.
Sunday night, after a day of degreasing my back patio, washing windows and cleaning out the garage, I began my adventure.
I prepped, I chopped, I read and reread the instructions and made my dinner.
My boys ate their chicken. Matthew was unimpressed with his meal but devoured the plain Jasmine rice. Andrew is much more adventurous and scarfed it down, asking for seconds.
My husband's verdict was that it was good, but I need to experiment.
And the funny thing is, I knew exactly what he meant. It was okay. Not great. Not exceptional. And it was definitely missing something.
Perhaps they add a secret ingredient at the restaurant, like, for instance, crack, to keep you coming back for more.
Maybe it was the $40 price tag and the fact that someone else made it.
Regardless, later on this week, I might attempt to go to the Asian market near the house and try a different brand of red curry paste. I might add red pepper flakes to the mix.
I will experiment.
In the meantime, I now understand that sometimes you just can't make it.
And more importantly, sometimes, $40 is a small price to pay for heaven on a plate.