I can't really remember the first and as a kid our family always went for Chinese if we had a takeaway.
So it wasn't until I went to uni in Preston that i tried curry. The first one that sticks in my mind was a curry that I was given after a wedding.
My landlord at this point was a Pakistani with a string of student housing and when he needed some work doing he'd give me a call and I 'd do various decorating jobs on the side. One day he came round and asked if I wanted a few quid for cleaning up after a wedding. I was always skint at this time and readily agreed. The job was to clean the giant pots with a hose and didn't take long. Along with my pay I was given 3 2-litre tubs of pilau rice and 3 of curry sauce. It was delicious, blisteringly hot and had apparently been cooking for a few days. All the meat had disintergrated, leaving just sauce and bones. The pilau rice had 6 inch long bits of cinnamon which blew me away at the time. My landlord confessed that he'd found it too hot for him. He said it was a vinderloo but it obviously bares no resemblence to any BIR or traditional version I've ever seen.
I finished all the pots and even though it was far too spicy for me at the time. I remember sweating, trembling and my vision going funny, it was just too good to waste.
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