I’m sitting, alone, in a cold room, in underpants, eating a microwave curry. A fairly posh one, lamb something or-other with apricots and a hot sauce. With whole seeds. The first problem only applies to this curry and cannot be generalised to all curries: Apricots. Apricots are foul. They add nothing to the world. Apricots could dissapear and people would move on pretty quickly. Elton John would not play at their funeral. Conspiracy theories would not be fomented. The second problem applies to all supermarket curries and can be generalised: Too much sauce. There are very few curries that benefit from too much sauce. Dansak benefits from an excess of sauce.
What I end up doing with a lot of supermarket curries is eating a third of the sauce with the meat and/or vegetables and tossing the rest in the bin. Which is wasteful. I think supermarkets put loads of sauce in their curries not because they think the public wants sauce but because it means less meat and/or vegetables. It’s akin to serving steak and chips with a big pile of chips and a piddly little steak next to it. Or a single asparagus in a bucket of sauce. The ratio is fucked. I feel like I’m being punished for being a lazy bastard, for not cooking, by supermarkets that have adverts that make projectile vomiting look pleasant. Less sauce please: Asda, Morrision’s, Tesco, Sainsbury’s, Marks and Spencer and Waitrose. Don’t be cunts.
