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When I was 25 years old and living in my Manhattan apartment with the bath tub in the kitchen – long before I could even properly soft-boil an egg – I met a guy at a dance party whom I decided would be my next boyfriend, and thus I invited him to my apartment for dinner.
I had no friends who actually made dinner, so I had no recipes. Nor for that matter, did I have a pan. (I borrowed one from the chain-smoking neighbor who I never saw out of a housecoat). But I remembered that someone I shared a house with once in Minneapolis made a delicious vegetable stir fry, and so I figured that is what one should make.
This is when I learned one of the many lessons that would follow me through my still-developing life and culinary education – a well-cooked mélange of vegetables is actually much harder to achieve than a perfectly cooked steak.
I had no idea how to soften an onion, nor when to add which vegetable, and the mere notion of seasonings like the fish sauce or whatever the housemate used to make his stir-fry eluded me.
Need I tell you that after that plate of half-raw onions served over a bed of undercooked brown rice, all of it the consistency of so many dung beetles in the grass, I was not called again by my young suitor?
I doubt that at our tender age and stages of relative poverty that this man was looking for a housewife, and I had failed to show off the needed skills. Rather, I had been rejected, quite rightly, for not having the consideration to know that I could not properly nourish another, and arrogantly went about pretending to wing it, a precursor of the damage to come.
Also, I could not dance.
I have not thought of whatshisname in years, but I did recall that ill-fated “meal” in the middle of cooking Warm Vegetable Curry.
First of all, friends, you need a large pan for this. I am talking 15 inches, or alternatively, a nice deep dutch oven.
My 12-inch cast iron could not contain these veggies, and you know that crowding leads to steaming, which is a bad bad thing. I skipped the chick peas, a very sad and lamented loss, because I did not have room in the pan. Don’t do that.
To save some time, and because the cauliflower heads at my store were looking sad and discolored, I went ahead and bought pre-cut. Many will frown at this, but I look the other way at pre-cut veggies from time to time, because it does speed one’s weeknight cooking. I also used a can of diced tomatoes, drained a bit, instead of a tomato, to avoid feeling sad.
You can more or less chop as you go, as long as you have all your spices at the mise. My curry powder happens to be quite spicy; if yours is mild you might want to up your spices a bit to give a little more flavor. Use your salt as needed. Watch your pan, and stir.
This is one of those dishes that is nice to make on a Sunday night, but especially if you have something else to eat for dinner, so that you can have a meal and a sack lunch or two, because the flavors of this dish develop and deepen as the week goes on. With the chick peas, this is a hearty and flavorful dish that is ideal for your meatless Monday. It’s not quite fancy enough for a suitor, but a nice reward for someone who is old enough to have learned to properly pay attention to her vegetables.
2 cups sweet potato (peeled) cut into 1/3 inch dice
2 cups chopped cauliflower florets - cut into 1/2 to 1 inch chunks
1 large onion, sliced
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon cumin
1/2 teaspoon fennel seeds
1 tablespoon fresh ginger, peeled and minced
1 15 oz can garbanzo beans, drained
1 large tomato, chopped
1 8 oz can tomato sauce
1 tablespoon kosher salt
1 cup frozen peas
1/3 cup cilantro, chopped
1/2 cup 2% greek yogurt
1 tablespoon olive oil
1/8 teaspoon red pepper flakes
2 tablespoons curry powder
1/2 cup vegetable broth
By day, Jennifer Steinhauer, aka Jenny, covers Congress for The New York Times. By night, she is an obsessive cook.
Photo by James Ransom