You Can’t Make Curry In A Hurry And You Can’t Hurry Love

You can’t make curry in a hurry and you can’t hurry love.
It can’t be done that way.
Well it can but it won’t be a curry
That you threw together in haste;
It will be diluted curry paste
That you picked up in a supermarket sale
And left to bubble in a pot
With rice you boiled in a bag.

You can’t make curry in a hurry and you can’t hurry love.
It takes time like a bottle of wine.
The onions need to be carefully browned,
The spices need to be thoroughly ground,
The coriander needs to be frantically chopped,
The meat needs to be sizzled in pot,
The tomatoes need to be lovingly sliced
And the potatoes slowly diced.

You can’t make curry in a hurry and you can’t hurry love.
It’s not a race or a ready-made meal.
It’s a tailor-made dish from an ancient land
As old as time itself.
It’s a herbs and spice fusion
With large dollops of love profusion.
It’s all about bubble and spit, crackle and hiss,
Colour, flavour, texture and more.

So next time you’ve made
A lamb korma
Or chicken tikka
Or fish masala
Or vegetable curry
In 10 minutes flat, remember that
You can’t make curry in a hurry and you can’t hurry love.

Todays best new poem was written by kaleeM rajA.

 

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