Can you believe I curried the turkey?!!!!   No I’m not crazy. No it isn’t Thanksgiving, and yes I really curried the turkey, and it turned out to be a winner!  Sometimes you have to think outside of the box, which I tend to do pretty often. For me, thinking outside of the box, in terms of food, comes naturally. I couldn’t wait to get home from work. I was feeling much better. I had enough energy and was HUNGRY!  You hear me? HUNGRY!!!!!!!!

After being in bed for what seem like almost a week….a diva gets hungry!  I craved my own authentic touch and spices, and there seems to be a drastic reduction in my glycemic levels whenever I do not prepare my own dishes. I can count on one hand the individuals that can prepare a meal to satisfy or tantalize my taste buds, without me going off the deep end and feeling like an food addict.

I am the master chef in my household. My husband hates the kitchen. He exerts absolutely no love or energy whatsoever into his dishes. Have you ever tasted a meal with no love? Well that is what I had been subjected to for the past couple of days. I had been eating just to survive. Yes I will eat my husbands food, however he just isn’t ME. He refuses to cut up a chicken, let alone season it.  On most days when he has to cook, you can best believe, dinner will be something from a can. His favorite is “mackerel in tomato sauce” aka “dutty gal.” I don’t know about you, but I CAN NOT eat “dutty gyal” every day!

For some reason the brand he purchased was just disgusting. It usually isn’t, however I don’t know what happened this time.  I cannot begin to describe the taste of the can. I know it’ s poison. The preservatives that lined the can was so toxic, it was beyond overwhelming!

I’m overly passionate about my food.  My taste buds are exceptional, unique, and unparallel to anyone else that I know….therefore….I TASTE EVERYTHING!  He must have made mackerel about two nights out of the few days that I wasn’t feeling well, and I darn sure wasn’t going to eat it a third night. Matter of fact, I refused the last dinner he made. I ate some fruits and a cup of tea, called it a night and went to bed.

I had called him earlier, and given him specific instructions on how to season the turkey. I needed it to be highly seasoned, I didn’t want a bland tasting curried turkey. The minute I walked through the front door, I didn’t even remove my clothing, I went straight for the kitchen. I diced, sliced and loved my way through this authentic creation. I had already envisioned this dish. It was well thought out. I was going to curry the turkey along with the cabbage. It was going to be sensational!  I didn’t mind the fact that I hadn’t completed the meal until approximately 10:30pm. It was well worth the wait. My son D’Angelo and I sat down and we sure showed the turkey how much we loved it. I was full, finally satiated and able to  enjoy my beauty sleep, knowing that I survived the tin mackerel.

Do you have a spouse who hates cooking?