the IDIOT QUEST TASTE EXPLOSION

Men need lamb. As a man, I know the craving well. Allow me explain or thing or two to the ladies (and please try not to blush): every month for three or four days men get a craving for lamb so bad that it sends them into an inflamed frenzy, where few people are treated respectably by the man, and even fewer are enjoyed by the man. Until he eats his meat, anyway. And so it was: my post-New Year’s Eve putrid mood swelled and lingered like a questionably emitted gas, until at last it hit me–it was that time of the month again. Of course! That’s when I put lamb on the menu for the evening.

That may all be bull shit, but it sounds right to me. It may well be true that men need lamb, but surely there are vegans and vegetarians and white-meat-only eaters among us who can easily and sassily put the kibosh on my charming little theory. To them I say, have a little heart. Let’s talk about Lamb. Or at least let’s eat it quietly.

I’m a fan of thick, goopy sauces that suffocate large chunks of barely cooked meat. Manly, right? This sauce had coconut cream and peanut butter as it’s mucky base. Other highlights: ginger, garlic, onion, green pepper, chillies, cilantro. And my favorite savory flavor of all time: CUMIN. Boy that word has legs in the multiple-interpretations-department. Don’t get nasty now.

I don’t know if you’ve figured this out by now, but I’m not going to tell you how to make it. Not that hard to figure out. Warm this, sizzle that, pour here, stir there. Directions are always the most boring part of otherwise sexy food posts.