In my imagination, I am all powerful. I can make it a sunny 82 degrees with low humidity and a nice breeze. I can slay dragons-- except with my imagination powers, I just make them my friends. I can envision a dominoing of green lights spreading out before me and my car. My imagination is a great place. You wouldn't believe how good I am at karate, there.
Reality sticks its warty nose into the middle of things too often, though. It's almost 100° outside. At least I got the low humidity part right. One errant cigarette butt is going to set my lawn on fire and I got caught at every single red light this morning. Luckily, I've been able to avoid dragons so far today. There's still time.
My imagination did provide a good idea, however. Curried chicken salad for dinner. Leftover grilled chicken meets mayo, dried cherries, some tamarind, and other good stuff. Then, maybe, I can use those tasty smells as a gateway to a mental sojourn featuring a bustling sensory assault of a Ganges dream-- even if it's only in my imagination.
Curried Chicken Salad
4 1/2 C of chopped cooked chicken
1 C of dried cherries
1 diced shallot
3 stalks of celery diced or sliced
Toss the above together.
Whisk together in a separate bowl:
1 1/2 C of mayo
2 tbs of curry powder
1 ts of garam masala
2 ts of honey
1 tbs of tamarind paste
3/4 ts of salt
1/4 ts of pepper
Fold chicken mixture and mayonnaise mixture together and serve.
I imagine you'll like it.