The norm is for Hector to cook Curry in the style to which he wishes to become accustomed. Occasionally One has to cater for One’s Audience. The Hector Recipe for Fish Curry is Simples, it always goes down well, A Treat.
The Masala was created and left overnight. In this way the Cream could be added when Cold without fear of Curdling. A Cube of Frozen Methi found its way in too. A mixture of Salmon and Trout which insisted in coming home to my freezer for half price formed The Meat. Rather than risk over-cooking the Fresh Mushrooms, these were fried separately in Garlic and Ginger Strips, the Interesting Vegetable.
The Sauce is Fantastic! – was Marg’s immediate exclamation.
Even better than Butter Chicken at Mother India’s Café – was the follow on.
More seasoning – was the Hector verdict. Despite the abundance of Masala this Curry was not too Wet, or even approaching Soup. Success.
The Brownie Point Tally is now off the scale.
Usually when Craig and Yvonne host a Barrel Party we have a Takeaway delivered by 
I have not been here for a while, and was determined it would not be March before my first visit of the year. It became evident that Hari has been following The Travels of Hector. 
(Keema) Padora – said Hari, who then disappeared to the Kitchen to have it arranged. One cannot imagine a visit here without this King of Starters.
A Sheldon Moment
Marg and The Ladies went for a Ladies Curry Night at 
Two Kebabs served with a Modest salad and Pink Yoghurt. I was unsure as to whether the latter would add or take away from the experience. Spiced, Tasted Fresh, was more than Adequate in Size. They lasted Seconds, Hector was Hungry.
By this time Irfan had brought the Lamb Methi Achari Madras. It looked the part. The Mushroom Rice was well Presented and Plentiful, not Excessive.
Ashgar returned – Was that Acceptable? 
More customers and more staff arrived. We were not the first to receive our order. Time was passing, I could smell the aroma of Fish filling the Restaurant, our Machi Masala was imminent. The two Fish Portions came with the two Chapattis. This left Clive with nothing To Dip. There was no holding back The Hector. 
Spice, Citrus, bursting with Flavour. 
Clive’s Methi Keema Mutter filled the metal container. It looked the part. Very Good – was Clive’s verdict. I should have eaten them the other way round.
After our Monthly Visit to The Staggs (Musselburgh) it was time to eat. 
Sometimes a Complimentary Raita and Salad are Presented. Shahid brought the Most Modest Plate of Salad. We looked, we smiled, it was not touched.
The Taka Tak was served on a flat Metal dish. The portion size was the largest I have seen for some time. Huge! The Lamb was cut 
Update – October 2015
After our Tour of Special Places in Leeds, Dewsbury and Huddersfield, Jonathan and Hector met up with Ricky, Our Man in Bradford, at Haigy’s. One Pint was all that was permitted, another Chap called Mick (Half of Yorkshire is called Mick?) dropped us off at the Sir Titus Salt from where we could decant to 
Keema Spinach Bhuna was Ricky’s Masterful Selection. Jonathan was up for this too. Chapattis for Jonathan and Hector, a Plain Naan for Ricky. These are included in the Price of The Main Meal. A Point I have made many times before but shall insist on highlighting.
That this was The Deli and I have walked past The Restaurant at the bottom of Great Horton Rd. next to 
Jonathan and Hector arrived at 
What would normally be written as The Aftermath was actually The Prequel. As I photographed The Salad, Taj said – You are still spying on me!
The Aftermath