Chicken Tikka Dreams

• Marinating the chicken:
• Use 3-4 slacking yet hopeful breasts that have not yet been pressed into laboratory submission
• 1 C. thick plain yogurt
• 1 t. gratingly fresh ginger
• 2 t. earthy cumin
• 2 t. zippy fresh chili powder
• 2 t. cracked spiked pepper
• pinch of salt
• If you are using skewers to pierce the breasts, submerge them in water for 30 minutes to hinder their passion on fire.
• Sauce:
• 1 C. of pulverized tomatoes
• 1 C. suffocatingly heavy cream
• 2 pungently minced garlic cloves
• 2 irritatingly harsh chopped red chilies
• 2 t. atomized cumin
• 2 t. acerbic and pulverized paprika
• 1 T. broken down ghee
• 1 handful mangled cilantro, severed

1. Dreamily fold the expectant ingredients in a cavernous bowl and reserve the fundamental core of the dish to a beguilingly savory pinnacle.
2. When moonlight begins to shimmer with watery sheen on the pond, remove the piquantly eager morsels form their hibernated rest and spear the bamboozled breasts in strips of punctured subjugation.
3. The Indian-inspired previous day has passed and the long sleepless night remembering days of babes in arms, dreams and images; a mother's tear, friends and ghosts alike all clamoring for the pleasure of my special Indian dish.
4. The reddened face of he who is not reared in the peppery-packed hills of the Sierra Nevada's sips his scotch at the community table. One may attempt to savor such a dish but the pious gaze of bland senses cancels any stock in this heady vessel. The inspection is remote and the attempt false. I'm sensing you adore this dish as you piggishly consume more Masala at a gallant rate. Did you lose yourself in the meal, I wonder.
5. The candles are burning at their peak as you bend the Nan in an arc that will both absorb and sweep the remaining sauce into your expectant gob. The meal is finished before it has begun.
6. You have somehow eaten the entire portion that I mistakenly thought could last until after tomorrow afternoon's snowshoe drudgery. Food is my salvation from your bristly excursions. No shushing involved, no respite from the winter chill of your constant flight.
7. Pots and pans with dark rivulets stuck mid-slide down the Tandoori pot. "Don't worry, I'll clean it up". Your predictable gaze and labeled smile navigate the table and you rise without words and relocate to my favorite chair and consider the fire. I think, 'Definition of a accountant - someone who knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing'.
8. I will think on it no more, for tomorrow is another day and there is exploration to be had in that unflagging Navaho Taco I have been dreaming of.
9. Namaste!

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Taken from www.epicurious.com/recipes/member/views/chicken-tikka-dreams-50173625 (may not work)