The Great British Dish

A repost for you today, I'm afraid. Three and a bit years old and it still stands true...

Curry. Wonderful, isn't it? Go on, say it. Curry. Savour the word as it rolls deliciously around your mouth. Cuuuuuurrrrrrrry. Mmmmmm. The mere thought alone is enough to provoke intense salivation and longing. I think if I could be any food, I'd be a curry. And if it was possible to eat take-away curry every day without turning into some earthbound flesh-blimp, then it would be curry every day!

I'm not very adventurous, though. I tend to order the same things most times. I guess that I always want it to taste good and don't want to risk ordering a dish I won't like. So it's either the jalfrezi, the dopiaza or the tikka masala (accompanied by a keema naan and maybe a sag aloo if I'm feeling greedy... which is often). Generally always chicken too - that's not to say I don't enjoy a lamb or a beef curry but, for some reason, they just don't occur to me.

I think maybe I need to start some sort of support group, though - I think it's becoming a problem. My local curry house now recognises my voice when I phone up - surely that can't be a good thing. And I always get extra poppadoms - which is great but that does mean I always eat extra poppadoms.

So this is a call. Curryholics of the world, raise your sauce-stained fingernails to the sky and join me. Lift your pint of Kingfisher high and crack your poppadoms with glee. We're curry-eaters and we're here to stay (until you kick us out 'cause it's closing time, of course...)