Most of the time I will cook the dinner in our household, not because I have to but because I love it, a passion which I believe got from my dad. My dad was a single parent to my sister and I after my mother passed away in 2001. I grew up watching him cook hearty meals for the three of us when he could have been microwaving a ready meal. I tried my best to help do little things like cut an onion or supply the tea. However the situation, he was my true inspiration and creator of my mentality that says there is always time for fresh food no matter how difficult things get. There are some days my dad comes home a little later than usual with pounds and pounds of meat after visiting the Indian butcher. This time he came home with industrial sized bags of spices and a huge bunch of coriander as well. Despite complaining about a bad back this week, he set to work on making his famous tandoori chicken accompanied by our family’s lovely tarka dal. I would put the recipe up if I knew it but he keeps his methods secret so none of us might out do him. And so instead readers, a picture will have to do!
Tandoori Chicken with Rice and Tarka Dal
My dad doesn’t really cook that often but you know that when he does it will be a massive treat. This meal really was delicious and I ate way too much of it but these sort of things have to be savored. Let’s hope dad’s in a cooking mood again soon!
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