A True Bangladesh Curry

Chicken Curry by George’s Girl

In a kitchen warm, where spices sway,

There’s magic brewing at the end of the day,

A simmering pot, oh what a delight,

Nothing is like a Bengal curry on a cold night .

Cumin and coriander, a fragrant embrace,

Turmeric’s gold adds warmth to the space,

Ginger and garlic dance in the heat,

A symphony of flavours, oh what a treat!

Tomatoes tumble in, so juicy and red,

With chillies that whisper, “Come, be fed.”

Coconut cream swirls, a silky delight,

Each spoonful a wonderful taste just right.

With rice softly steaming, or naan fresh and warm,

This dish brings us peace, a comforting charm,

Gather round tables, with laughter and cheer,

In every bite savoured, the world disappears.

So here’s to the curry, with love it’s imbued,

An artful creation, a soulful food,

In every rich morsel, a story unfolds,

There’s nothing quite like it, in all of our worlds