We just had a hearty lunch of curry, dhal and fried chicken with rice. Our curry powder stock is dangerously low and my husband even asked what to do when it's finished. I told him that I found a few Indian shops in Budapest. He didn't know about that. We usually got our stock from friends.
I find it a little funny that he was the one who worried about running out of curry powder. Yes, he loves Asian food. Most Europeans or non-Asians I know wouldn't eat too much Asian food. But he is different. Just name it, sambal petai ikan bilis, asam pedas, sambal belacan, tempoyak; the list of traditional malay or Asian food goes on, he would eat them all. Eating rice expertly with his fingers.
The first time he ate rice with his fingers he picked lumps of rice with his two fingers, not knowing the correct way we Asians use all five fingers to scoop the rice. I bullied him by breaking the lumps so he had to learn. Took him out for dinner of chilli crabs. His face turned bright red from the hotness of the food,sweating profusely, and looking embarrassed. Pity him. He he he. At least now he can take spicy food. Runny nose, red faced yet could still eat calmly and comment that the food was great. :)
One can say that I feel proud of him or his willingness to accept the food that I enjoy. When he eats what ever I cook and liking them ( he said so upfront. :P) makes me feel appreciated. (don't puke okay.. LOL)Further it makes my life easier too when it comes to cooking. I can cook anything as long as it tastes good.
Promised him to bake chocolate cake this weekend, so will bake one perhaps this evening.