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The kind of content I routinely watch on YouTube involves a fairly limited set of subjects: music, chess, history, engineering & science; mathematics to a degree, and of course, food. Of the latter I follow a couple of corking Indian cooking channels: Latif's Inspired, which is mostly devoted to Bengali-style cooking, and the Curry Academy, which covers, in the main, British Indian Restaurant [B.I.R] cooking. I watched a couple of their 'casts this evening, one from each channel. The first was from the Academy, outlining a method of cooking an authentic 1970s British Indian Restaurant base gravy, to a recipe from a chef who started his career and honed his craft in that decade: Chef Din. Now, as anyone who frequented B.I.R restaurants back in the day will attest, the curry sauces back then had a very particular flavour and texture that one seldom finds these days, and for which I, for one, harbour nostalgic longings for. I've written before about my first exposure to South Asian food in Birmingham as a youth; in particular, restaurants such as The Light of Bengal, The Khanapina, The Shah Bagh, and so many more.

It has been a lifetime's ambition to cook a simple chicken Madras B.I.R curry to match The Light of Bengal in Birmingham's Bearwood district, and the Curry Academy's recipe for a period-correct base gravy looks like it could be the entry point to finally succeeding in that particular culinary grail quest. It will take a bit of prep and time for that so I'll park it for a while; but when I do rustle up a batch and cook a curry with it, I'll post the results. The second video illustrated the polar opposite in terms of time and ingredients: Latif's Bengali Sardine Bhuna: a quick lunchtime snack that would go just as well served on rice, toast, or even in a sandwich. It takes about fifteen minutes and I've got a notion that I might try it for a lunch in the week to come: I'll let you know how I get on, but in the interim, here's his recipe on his podcast: check it out. It looks just the ticket, and as I regularly do Devilled Sardines on toast myself and love the stuff, I've got to give it a go...

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