Once upon a cold and snowy winter night, I was visiting a friend in Baltimore.  The streets were sparsely lit as I trudged along, and I’ll admit I was a little scared – after all, it was Baltimore at night.  (No, this wasn’t the inner harbor…)  Why was I dragging myself outside?  The best reason of all – I was looking forward to pots and pots of Pakistani curry!

My friend promised me that a Mrs. Auntie Batool from Lahore would be cooking up a storm.  She did not disappoint.  As I peeked into the kitchen, I saw at least one pot on each range and other pots in the oven.  The smell of tumeric, paprika, and cumin filled the air.  I had myself a giant plate of basmati rice, various curries, meats and yogurt sauce.  It was wondrous, in a gluttonous sort of way.

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