snowy days in Huddersfield
A curry for Christmas, that’s what I’ll be having for Christmas lunch along with a roast chicken, Brussels sprouts, carrots, parsnips, potatoes, gravy and cranberry sauce and if we’re really lucky we might have a turkey instead of the roast chicken! So this is what you call an Asian Christmas. Don’t get me wrong we love Christmas dinner, Christmas decorations and in all, the Christmas spirit (apart from the rush of the shops) so where does the curry fit in? Well, we always have a curry don’t we? In my household not so much, it’s mainly pasta, wraps, rice pizzas, but the older generations still do and if they don’t, on Christmas day you will be guaranteed to have some chilli piled on one of the veggies!! This is what you call the best of both worlds and dual cultural heritage. I can’t wait to get the crackers out and have the kids wake up knowing its Christmas. As Muslims we have had our religious celebrations and the kids were inundated with presents on Eid which still seem to be coming out of the corners of the house, but they still hold onto the idea of Santa Claus and Rudolf, know about the birth of Jesus and participate in Christmas concerts. With two cultures they understand both and are happy having the opportunity to have both, so a curry it will be for Christmas, with all of the trimmings of course…and if we’re really, really lucky we might even get snow!
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Traditional chicken curry recipe
Place roughly 3 tblsp of oil in a pot and add the
|1lb chicken boneless1tsp chopped ginger1tsp chopped garlic (4-5 cloves)½ tsp Chilli powder1tsp Salt1 tsp Garam masala
¼ tsp Turmeric
½ tin chopped tomatoes
2 fresh green bell chillies
½ green pepper
Squeeze of lemon
3 tbsp Oil
2-3 medium sized onions
ginger and garlic and heat. Dice the onions and pepper into cubes and add to the heated oil, lightly brown and add the spices and salt. Mix through then add the chopped tomatoes, a squeeze of lemon and green chillies (pierce chillies to stop them bursting) heat the mixture until the onions have become soft and the tomato sauce slightly thickens now add the chicken. Mix through and place the lid on the curry. Keep the curry on a low heat stirring every so often to make sure the curry doesn’t burn. Once the chicken has sealed add 2 cups of water and replace the lid.
Let the curry cook for 20 minutes, stirring every now and then. Once the curry has a texture to your taste, dry or with a thick sauce, take of the heat and add roughly 3-4 stems of chopped fresh coriander.
Enjoy with naan or freshly boiled rice.
I have fabulous memories of the corner shop as a child, this was the place where we, my siblings and I would sneak into before we got home, load up on chocolates and then go home for tea. It was a ritual; school, catch the bus home and then down to the local corner shop before home. To be fair it was more of a newsagent than a corner shop, well a newsagent on a corner and still is to this date, the Asian owners are still the same, but it is now manned by the next generation. As a child and young teen I’d be there almost everyday, I hardly go in any more…
The best thing about going into the local shop was seeing the array of sweets and spending ages choosing one. These were the days when Mars bars were 10p and a can of fizzy was 25p…. in reality it was probably the closest i’d get to Charlie’s’ chocolate factory in Huddersfield.
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Even though the family is from Huddersfield and lives in Huddersfield, the boy’s Mehndi was the only event actually held in Huddersfield. Now firstly, there was a big debate about where we should hold the event; my dad wanting to hold the mehndi at the Pakistani Community Centre on Clare Hill and I wanting it at the Hudawi Cultural Centre on Great Northern Street. Both venues are completely different size wise and atmosphere, most people now choose the Hudawi centre as it is bigger and hall like, but no matter how hard I tried to persuade my dad, like always dad stuck to his guns and won – his argument was that I had my mehndi there, my brother had his so it was now tradition ??!! So this was where the boy’s mehndi was held.
We started off at my mum’s house dipping strawberries, grapes and various other fruits into milk and white chocolate…mmmm for the rasom (in which aunties, cousins feed the groom traditionally Indian sweets, but we replaced them with a fruit assortment [only as many of us don’t have a taste for them] then the guests place henna on the palm and give small amounts of money, which will be given to charity). Once we had everything for the rasom we made our way to the Community Centre to set up the stage and general décor. We had a green and yellow balloon arch with a green, yellow and gold back drop and yellow chrysanthemums on each table setting. Yellow and green are traditional mehndi colours…
So my brother came in dressed plainly and the sisters and cousins walked him in carrying a red deputta (scarf) over him. The reason for this I don’t know but I think red signifies marriage as this is the traditional colour for the bride’s outfit. Once he was seated, we brought in our henna plates and did a little dance before placing the plates with tea lights in front of him… photo opportunity… next the rasom again more photos and after the food… no pics here everyone was too busy enjoying the food LOL.
After this we all went home to carry on with the dancing and merriment on the last day of singlehood….
Countdown to the wedding begins x