I was going to cook a French fish dish today, “Poisson D’avril“, but the Swedish Pescetarian Society are having their annual conference in town, and to ensure they don’t run out of grub they’ve bought every single fillet of fish, fresh or frozen, in a twenty mile radius.
For quite some time this recipe was stuck in what the movie people call development hell.
The concept was simple enough – chicken pieces simmered in a nut butter and coconut milk based sauce, but the devil, as always, was in the detail, which is kind of ironic, seeing as 2 different spell checkers have suggested that I change “satay” to “Satan“.
Indiska is a chain of Swedish shops, founded way back in 1901, selling all sorts of things made in India, including incense, furniture, tea, clothes, and a lot more besides.
In the early 1990s they decided to produce an Indian cookbook, the aptly named “Indiska Kokboken” ( literally, The Indiska Cookbook ). Despite being only sold in-house at Indiska stores, it went on to become one of the country’s most popular cookbooks.
I received my copy as a Christmas present, in 1998.
I could feel whatever lurgy had attacked my womenfolk recently trying to do dastardly things to me, too, so I decided to head it off at the pass, stop it making a beachhead, and other similar military-themed clichés.
Sometimes inspiration arrives via the most tortuous of routes.
I’d been indecisive about what to cook for dinner the whole day. I’d tried all the usual tricks to un-block the idea jam – going for a walk, drinking a nice pot of Pu-Erh, chasing the cat, gazing out to sea, plane spotting, being chased by the cat – but nothing could start the old creative juices pumping.