A Saturday night tv dinner. Steve McQueen as Lt Bullit on the screen and food from the wonderful Gujarati/East African restaurant Kastoori on the plate. The Thankis have been cooking their fabulous slightly hybrid food in Tooting for longer than I have been alive, ever since one Idi Amin kicked them out of Uganda.
Ordering is easy. Whenever we eat in at the restaurant, it's thali time. When we take out, it's as easy as asking for Vegetable Curry of the Day and Beans Curry of the Day. In a world of infinite choices, it is refreshing not to have to make a decision. There is also something exciting about eating whatever Chef is enthused about cooking that that day. Yesterday it was plump baby aubergines that had caught his eye. They burst open to meld creamy flesh with the spicy tomato sauce they had been cooked in. Delicious. The 'beans' were firm, nutty lentils that had retained the shape of each pulse, the bite of which gave a wonderful textural counterpoint to the slop of the aubergine. Fabulous, real food. Thank you, Mr Thanki.
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