Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2020/09/12/how-to-make-curried-rice-the-a.html
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Uncle Rodger would have some comments about this.
Crowley wasn’t a Satanist.
I feel like something very important is missing from this list.
Needs more summoning.
While there’s no record of what, exactly, comprises “glacier curry,” a recipe for “Riz Aleister Crowley” is included among his archive of papers
And yet the curry doesn’t seem to have any eyeballs. Probably an oversight.
Probably the huge dollop of flim-flammy bullshit that seasoned his entire persona…
Sultanas. Of course sultanas. And no cumin or cayenne or fennel seed. WTF is it about British cooks that they always have to put raisins in their curry and obsessively limit the spices?
I think all the flim-flam was because he wanted to do men.
More like a biryani than a curry.
I’m confused. Are you saying you cant hail Satan with this dish?
Not me personally, no, as Satan and I had a falling out after I told him I didn’t like his kebabs.
I feel like something very important is missing from this list.
Such as something actually spicy-hot, as hinted to in the effects on “strong men”?
I feel like something very important is missing from this list.
The rice recipe is not his curry recipe.
But I’m sure I’ve eaten the rice dish at many a mess do - only with white rice, brown rice having been lost to history and not yet rediscovered at the time.
WTF is it about British cooks that they always have to put raisins in their curry and obsessively limit the spices?
It’s a tradition or an old charter or something.
WTF is it about British cooks that they always have to put raisins in their curry and obsessively limit the spices?
To be fair, it’s not actually a curry recipe (it specifically says ‘to be eaten with curry’). It’s a pilau, and the ingredients are not unusual for middle eastern rice recipes.
Bring two cups of salted water to a bowl.
Umm ‘boil’, not ‘bowl’, I suspect.
WTF is it about British cooks that they always have to put raisins in their curry
Hey, curry with raisins in it was one of my favourite school dinners. Mind you, that’s not a high bar.
Also, it was, in retrospect, an alarmingly vivid shade of green.