This chicken passanda recipe was born out of a rather disappointing visit to an Indian restaurant in Budapest after a trip to get a broken tooth fixed. It was my first visit to a dentist in 25 years and not one that I relished, I have no issue with dentists I do however have an irrational phobia of injections. So after I got all fixed up and things had worn off I was given a big boy treat of a night out in the big city as a result of being a ‘brave little soldier’.
My choice for a night out will typically always involve lots of beer, some loud heavy rock music and a curry. Rather than go to one of our tried and trusted restaurants I figured we would try somewhere new that had decent reviews. My wife ordered the chicken passanda and me the lamb vindaloo. Both dishes I love cooking at home (you can see a slightly sideways glance at a pork vindaloo here).
Now whilst I may say our visit was disappointing it was not really that bad my wifes dish was superb, my vindaloo however was all a bit meh. Really not what it should have been which is astringent and sour pierced with a nice heat and some fragrant background flavours. What I got was a tomato based sauce that was just chili hot, not to the extent that it was unpleasant, in fact it was quite nice, just not a vindaloo.
The following morning we got up with a thick head and we were discussing dinner on the 2 1/2 hour drive home and my wife kept going on about how great her curry was, so about half way home we veered off the motorway to pick up some chicken and some almonds so I could have my own awesome chicken passanda. It is a triumph of a dish, loaded with fragrant spices and a lovely mellow hint of almond and punches of fresh coriander and the coriander is by no means a garnish on this dish, it is integral.
I don’t do garnish, it has no place on a plate of food for me, everything on a plate should add something to what I am eating and if it does not I want to know what on earth it is doing there. It is one of my food ‘hates’, so much so I have on rare occasions when I am in a particularly ‘feisty’ mood complain to waiters in restaurants about it. Not in a particularly rude way but when I am asked if enjoyed my meal I would point out that I did although I found the raw and obnoxiously large piece of rosemary on my plate particularly inedible. Yes I really can be that guy! Anyways, you guys need to be heading the kitchen now to make your own chicken passanda and I have a football match to watch.
England Vs Wales in Euro 2016 no less, this could be a fraught afternoon!