Yes, will probably be able to add a bit more to the MKI discussion, or I might just get on with another batch. The results I have been getting have been so reproducible, until now. Must have gone into auto-pilot mode in the kitchen. The memories are starting to come back now though. Could be that both poor quality spices and over-reduction of the stock played a part. I will have a few pics somewhere on Amazon Photos. May help me remember. I've cut a corner somewhere. There was definitely something unusual about the stock. Why was the smell of the cassia so strong? Another thing, the last batch was no where near sweet enough. Strange, but not overly concerned. Expect it's a one off. I will start getting things in this weekend.
I used the last of the base last night to make a chicken curry. Had a couple of pre-cooked chicken thighs that had the Laziza paste treatment, mint sauce and a goodly amount of ground black pepper, a dash of lime juice. Very good curry indeed, but obviously not Mick's balti. Couldn't help thinking I may not be the only on here who had made a batch 10, or something very similar.
Was also musing last night about the first time I made Mick's base. Recall I left it on the hob to cool overnight. The next morning, whilst stumbling down the staircase, I was greeted by the most complex and delightful whiff. This is different, I thought. On opening the kitchen door it was everywhere. I took the lid off the pan. The base wasn't blended and I thought I will have a taste of that oil, right now. Grabbed a spoon and dived in. Had to sit down afterwards, my head was spinning. I noticed my hands were shaking, a bit. Collected my thoughts and an old pair of curtains I have. They come in handy for sheeting up DIY jobs around the house, including blending base gravy on the kitchen floor. All done, pan back safely on the hob. Taste test. The realisation. I need to sit down again. I had Mick's recipe printed off on the table in front of me. I cleared away the clutter with both hands and spread out the pages.
After reading though a couple of times I shuffled the pages neatly together, whilst checking they were in the correct order. By now I was now wearing a big stupid grin. Needed to take a couple of deep breaths. Nodding my head for some reason. Leaned back on my chair, still looking at the white pages. So there it is, I said out loud. Quite an emotional time I can tell you. Something must have got in my eye, as I had to wipe it away.
Rob