Sunday afternoon, the kind that doesn’t know if it wants to be a weekend or a Monday. I made a small curry with chicken thighs, a tomato I’d had on the counter too long, an onion, some spices from a jar I have to shake sideways to get out of. Basmati rice on one side, curry on the other, a little parsley because it was there. I ate this standing up at the counter with my husband and we did not say anything for ten minutes. That’s a good lunch.
A small chicken curry
