Change of Plans

It occurred to me tonight how funny it is sometimes how my plans for dinner can change on a whim. 

Here's the point.... I was busy as usual doing not only 'mum' stuff, but holiday things as well.  Before I knew it, 5pm was here.  What to make, what to make?  I looked in the fridge and realized I had about 3/4 of a pound of tri-tip beef.  Tacos!  So I set off whisking about the kitchen grabbing all I would need to make steak tacos.  All the while I was listening to the ipod.  Suddenly, a great song played on the playlist...Eddie Vedder- Better Days.  If you haven't heard it, check it out.  Anyway, suddenly, tacos turned into Indian Curry.  And not any Indian curry, the very recipe that my dear Indian friend in New Zealand taught me while I lived there. 

Quickly I rushed to get the Basamatti to a boil in order to catch up to, the now curry.  Quick, toast the turmeric, cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, garlic, garam masala!  Chuck in the potatoes, carrots, and beef! 

It was like magic.  Something came over me and converted a boring old taco night into something ethnic and magical.  All the while reminiscing the magic and talent of my dear friend wishing she was there, guiding me.  Supper turned out lovely.  My husband came home after a long cold day of corn harvest grinning when the smell of the spices reached him as he walked through the door.  Welcome Home.

Like I said, it's funny how supper plans can change so quickly.  Based on what for me?  A song, a memory?  This is the definition of inspiration my friends.  Something simple is triggered inside us and turns our plan on its head as if to say, "That was a nice idea dear.  But lets shift a bit in this direction.  It will be more to your liking, I assure you.  But it's good that you tried."