Wednesday, February 20, 2008

PhilOsophy - On Tonight's Menu: Everything But Flavor


Once again, I hand the mic over to Phil Porter, guest blogger and stand-up comedian extraordinaire / husband / father / great-in-the-sack.


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On Tonight’s Menu: Everything But Flavor

Yesterday, I prepared one of our favorite Crock-Pot meals, chicken curry. This delicious dish fills the house with mouth-watering aromas as it slow cooks over the course of the afternoon. Served with homemade roti (a type of flat bread), it’s always a treat for eaters in the Porter house.

Except yesterday.

Instead, as we tucked into our bowls of curry while watching "American Idol", Sarah and I were both surprised to discover…um…nothing really. I had made a bland batch of uninteresting food. Sure, it provided us with nutrition, but where was the joy? Where was the tongue-delighting flavor? Where, my friends, was the love? Not unlike "Idol", which featured uninspired performances by most of the male contestants, I had failed to make this dish my own. I had not put my special stamp on a reliable favorite. In short, the curry was like the guy who sang “Moon River.” Capable, but ultimately forgettable.

I know I added all of the ingredients, but maybe I should have put in more curry powder? I used more than the recipe calls for, but still we were underwhelmed. More salt and pepper might bring out the flavors a bit when we dish up leftovers tonight, but I hardly look forward to them the way I normally would.

My other guess, which can be neither tested nor proven, is that the spirit of Benny Lava came along and snatched out the spiciness. Yes, the Indian Michael Jackson somehow worked his magic on our Crock-Pot and stole away with the flavors of his homeland as a form of retribution for being poked fun at on this very site. Minor bun engine made, indeed.

By the way, if you’re in the area, you can come see me perform at the Improv in Denver tonight at 7:30. To get in free, just use the code word “winter.” Also wear a trench coat and touch the side of your nose slyly while winking. The Improv is at I-70 and Quebec in that shopping center with Bass World or Outdoor World or Outdoor Fishing Kingdom Outdoor World, or whatever it's called. See Denver Improv's website for info on where the club is and how to make reservations.

I promise to have more humor than the curry had flavor.




7 beautiful people muttered something back:

imaginary binky said...

I suspect Benny Lava made sure that our cream of chicken soup is lower in sodium than it used to be. Why is it that the ONE time we want sodium in our soup, we cannot have it?!

*shakes fists in the air*

Allie Bear said...

You crack me up Phil, I wish I was in Denver to come see you but alas, I am stuck in Texas.

e said...

Once Benny Lava becomes part of your karmic circle of life, well, anything can happen!

Aurora said...

Somehow when I've made crockpot curry it never worked out. I wonder if it is something to do with frying in oil/ghee first. Hrmmmm.... too much work for crockpot dinner.

Phil "Bland Curry Maker" said...

Well, I'm glad we're in agreement on the Benny Lava effect. I am going to write a grant request forthwith and get some government money to study this.

Phil "Bland Curry Maker" said...

Aurora - I agree. Any time I have to cook the meat before cooking the meat, that seems excessive. Maybe next time, I'll just say "gheeeeeee" over the pot of food to add authentic Indian flavor.

Stephen said...

I was going to make fun of Benny Lava in this comment but I don't want to taste bland food for the rest of my life.

Comparing him to Michael Jackson is not going to help you either.