Which is part of why it was *so* disturbing when chemo meant that I couldn't tolerate spicy food anymore, but thank all the gods and little fishes, that seems to have finally passed. And even though I am pretty tired tonight, Kevin cut up the onions and potatoes and beef for me, and I was able to make the curry, and it is simmering now, and will be ready soon, and I am still too tired to be as excited as it deserves, but on some level, I am very happy.
If I were trapped on a desert island and could only have one dish, it'd be beef and potato curry (with bread).