It was a fun event and brought out all the towns cultural representatives. There was Norway, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany, as well as an Indian family whom I’ve never seen before and us.
Overjoyed with the good Indian food I started firing questions at the poor unsuspecting matriarch. What market do you go to? In Minneapolis? In Fargo? What I most wanted to ask her was, Can I come over to your house and cook with you? But by the look of apprehension on her face I knew I had already crossed the line.
Inspired, I came home and found a recipe with all the flavors and smells I imagined filled her kitchen as well as one that could use the freshly-dug potatoes from my garden. This recipe is pretty easy and goes fast so have everything ready before beginning otherwise you run the risk of burning the spices.