Last night, if I wasn't on a low fat diet, we'd have had murghi badami for dinner (it's a richer version of chicken korma cooked in yoghurt and single cream), instead we had plain baked chicken with boiled vegetables.
I miss cooking. Really, I do. I miss it so much I spend time each day thinking about what we'd be having if I was well enough to eat the kind of food I usually cook. I've got a whole week's worth of virtual meals all planned out: fajitas, kofta bhoona, kheema mattar, lamb pasanda, beef madras. And then there's the sides: nachos, pakoras, bhajiyas, assorted fried dumplings etc.
I'm really looking forward to eating real food again. The boys are looking forward to it too - they miss my cooking even more than I do.
