Ok for 8 year old to have chicken vindaloo?

We have a fairly large block of flats next to the bus stop I use to get anywhere. Doesn't matter when I'm waiting for a bus, I can smell curry. Monday 5am? Curry. Weds 8pm? Curry. Sometimes I'll be waiting for a bus and one of the residents comes and stands next to me. Absolutely honking of the stuff.

A while ago we got a delivery for them somehow turn up in our postbox, so I took it to them. No response on the buzzer but after a couple of minutes one of the other residents left to go somewhere so I collared him and asked him if he knew this lady. He said she was his aunty and he'd hand her the delivery.

Ended up chatting to this fella at the bus stop, turns out this entire block of flats is owned by two families, some 50 people or so. He asked where I live and I explained it to him. Later that day my wife rings me up, "someone just dropped off a curry for us".

This was the first. We've probably had 50 currys or so from these people since, all freshly made with fresh ingredients. Apparently there are 12 ladies in the block who rotate curry making duties so they're always eating the stuff.

I once mentioned that my wife finds it a bit too hot so they now occasionally make her a separate dish which she loves.

Such lovely people. I started off being my usual judgemental ***** self and now we send them Christmas stuff every year and they send us some lovely dishes rather frequently, particularly during Diwali.

It's amazing how nice people can be, I just wish I knew what to get them as they always have everything and never ask for anything. One of the dads loves vodka so we got him a fancy bottle from Harrods, only to find out that he's the only person in the block who enjoys a drink, the rest are teetotal for religious reasons.

To think that I sat at that bus stop day in and day out whinging to myself about the smell, and how we get on well with the families who are some of the most polite, humble, respectful people we've met in London.

We're making them some nice bespoke hand made baubles for Christmas. It's fantastic to cross culture lines.
 
Diddums said:
We have a fairly large block of flats next to the bus stop I use to get anywhere. Doesn't matter when I'm waiting for a bus, I can smell curry. Monday 5am? Curry. Weds 8pm? Curry. Sometimes I'll be waiting for a bus and one of the residents comes and stands next to me. Absolutely honking of the stuff.

A while ago we got a delivery for them somehow turn up in our postbox, so I took it to them. No response on the buzzer but after a couple of minutes one of the other residents left to go somewhere so I collared him and asked him if he knew this lady. He said she was his aunty and he'd hand her the delivery.

Ended up chatting to this fella at the bus stop, turns out this entire block of flats is owned by two families, some 50 people or so. He asked where I live and I explained it to him. Later that day my wife rings me up, "someone just dropped off a curry for us".

This was the first. We've probably had 50 currys or so from these people since, all freshly made with fresh ingredients. Apparently there are 12 ladies in the block who rotate curry making duties so they're always eating the stuff.

I once mentioned that my wife finds it a bit too hot so they now occasionally make her a separate dish which she loves.

Such lovely people. I started off being my usual judgemental ***** self and now we send them Christmas stuff every year and they send us some lovely dishes rather frequently, particularly during Diwali.

It's amazing how nice people can be, I just wish I knew what to get them as they always have everything and never ask for anything. One of the dads loves vodka so we got him a fancy bottle from Harrods, only to find out that he's the only person in the block who enjoys a drink, the rest are teetotal for religious reasons.

To think that I sat at that bus stop day in and day out whinging to myself about the smell, and how we get on well with the families who are some of the most polite, humble, respectful people we've met in London.

We're making them some nice bespoke hand made baubles for Christmas. It's fantastic to cross culture lines.
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Very nice story, thanks for sharing it. I'm actually slightly envious. Can you remember any of your favourites, and which ones were hot?
 
Diddums said:
We have a fairly large block of flats next to the bus stop I use to get anywhere. Doesn't matter when I'm waiting for a bus, I can smell curry. Monday 5am? Curry. Weds 8pm? Curry. Sometimes I'll be waiting for a bus and one of the residents comes and stands next to me. Absolutely honking of the stuff.

A while ago we got a delivery for them somehow turn up in our postbox, so I took it to them. No response on the buzzer but after a couple of minutes one of the other residents left to go somewhere so I collared him and asked him if he knew this lady. He said she was his aunty and he'd hand her the delivery.

Ended up chatting to this fella at the bus stop, turns out this entire block of flats is owned by two families, some 50 people or so. He asked where I live and I explained it to him. Later that day my wife rings me up, "someone just dropped off a curry for us".

This was the first. We've probably had 50 currys or so from these people since, all freshly made with fresh ingredients. Apparently there are 12 ladies in the block who rotate curry making duties so they're always eating the stuff.

I once mentioned that my wife finds it a bit too hot so they now occasionally make her a separate dish which she loves.

Such lovely people. I started off being my usual judgemental ***** self and now we send them Christmas stuff every year and they send us some lovely dishes rather frequently, particularly during Diwali.

It's amazing how nice people can be, I just wish I knew what to get them as they always have everything and never ask for anything. One of the dads loves vodka so we got him a fancy bottle from Harrods, only to find out that he's the only person in the block who enjoys a drink, the rest are teetotal for religious reasons.

To think that I sat at that bus stop day in and day out whinging to myself about the smell, and how we get on well with the families who are some of the most polite, humble, respectful people we've met in London.

We're making them some nice bespoke hand made baubles for Christmas. It's fantastic to cross culture lines.
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This is a good post :thumbs up:
 
Diddums said:
We have a fairly large block of flats next to the bus stop I use to get anywhere. Doesn't matter when I'm waiting for a bus, I can smell curry. Monday 5am? Curry. Weds 8pm? Curry. Sometimes I'll be waiting for a bus and one of the residents comes and stands next to me. Absolutely honking of the stuff.

A while ago we got a delivery for them somehow turn up in our postbox, so I took it to them. No response on the buzzer but after a couple of minutes one of the other residents left to go somewhere so I collared him and asked him if he knew this lady. He said she was his aunty and he'd hand her the delivery.

Ended up chatting to this fella at the bus stop, turns out this entire block of flats is owned by two families, some 50 people or so. He asked where I live and I explained it to him. Later that day my wife rings me up, "someone just dropped off a curry for us".

This was the first. We've probably had 50 currys or so from these people since, all freshly made with fresh ingredients. Apparently there are 12 ladies in the block who rotate curry making duties so they're always eating the stuff.

I once mentioned that my wife finds it a bit too hot so they now occasionally make her a separate dish which she loves.

Such lovely people. I started off being my usual judgemental ***** self and now we send them Christmas stuff every year and they send us some lovely dishes rather frequently, particularly during Diwali.

It's amazing how nice people can be, I just wish I knew what to get them as they always have everything and never ask for anything. One of the dads loves vodka so we got him a fancy bottle from Harrods, only to find out that he's the only person in the block who enjoys a drink, the rest are teetotal for religious reasons.

To think that I sat at that bus stop day in and day out whinging to myself about the smell, and how we get on well with the families who are some of the most polite, humble, respectful people we've met in London.

We're making them some nice bespoke hand made baubles for Christmas. It's fantastic to cross culture lines.
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100% pure wholesome content right there.
 
Diddums said:
We have a fairly large block of flats next to the bus stop I use to get anywhere. Doesn't matter when I'm waiting for a bus, I can smell curry. Monday 5am? Curry. Weds 8pm? Curry. Sometimes I'll be waiting for a bus and one of the residents comes and stands next to me. Absolutely honking of the stuff.

A while ago we got a delivery for them somehow turn up in our postbox, so I took it to them. No response on the buzzer but after a couple of minutes one of the other residents left to go somewhere so I collared him and asked him if he knew this lady. He said she was his aunty and he'd hand her the delivery.

Ended up chatting to this fella at the bus stop, turns out this entire block of flats is owned by two families, some 50 people or so. He asked where I live and I explained it to him. Later that day my wife rings me up, "someone just dropped off a curry for us".

This was the first. We've probably had 50 currys or so from these people since, all freshly made with fresh ingredients. Apparently there are 12 ladies in the block who rotate curry making duties so they're always eating the stuff.

I once mentioned that my wife finds it a bit too hot so they now occasionally make her a separate dish which she loves.

Such lovely people. I started off being my usual judgemental ***** self and now we send them Christmas stuff every year and they send us some lovely dishes rather frequently, particularly during Diwali.

It's amazing how nice people can be, I just wish I knew what to get them as they always have everything and never ask for anything. One of the dads loves vodka so we got him a fancy bottle from Harrods, only to find out that he's the only person in the block who enjoys a drink, the rest are teetotal for religious reasons.

To think that I sat at that bus stop day in and day out whinging to myself about the smell, and how we get on well with the families who are some of the most polite, humble, respectful people we've met in London.

We're making them some nice bespoke hand made baubles for Christmas. It's fantastic to cross culture lines.
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We need more posts like this round here TBH, very honest and constructive.
 
Diddums said:
Ended up chatting to this fella at the bus stop, turns out this entire block of flats is owned by two families, some 50 people or so. He asked where I live and I explained it to him. Later that day my wife rings me up, "someone just dropped off a curry for us".

This was the first. We've probably had 50 currys or so from these people since, all freshly made with fresh ingredients. Apparently there are 12 ladies in the block who rotate curry making duties so they're always eating the stuff.
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Definitely cultural, I just remembered there's an Indian girl at work: I mentioned to her that I love curry and she now brings me curries made from home regularly. Like yourself I can't remember how many I've had now. Her mum regularly asks about me and they make me food without my even asking. Sometimes she will even drive to me if I'm at a different site just to give me some.
 
Our 2.1 year old eats Thai curries with us and quite happily likes warm curries.

We're lucky, she always wants to try our food and if we think it will be too hot we talk to her and go and get some yogurt from the fridge.
 
My 2 year nephew was happy eating on spicey lemon crisps after seeing my eat them, it was a nibble at a time method (like most kids that age eat any crisps) but he seemed happy enough. Older niece couldn't even finish one.

Up to the parent to judge it and if the child doesn't like it then what is the harm?
 
Lysander said:
Very nice story, thanks for sharing it. I'm actually slightly envious. Can you remember any of your favourites, and which ones were hot?
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I don't think these are "that kind" of curry, they are all different family recipes and they often bicker about whose is best (seriously, the young lad brought two round to us one day and asked if we wouldn't mind helping settle a dispute over who's is best :D). I'm gonna put some crap in to words here, don't mind me.

It kills me to see so many people preaching their anti-immigrant crap on this forum. Are all immigrants well behaved contributors to society? No, of course not. But are all English people well behaved? No, also not. I've been that immigrant. Twice. Granted the second time was as a saffer in London so that went down like a well lubed wang but being the only African, who doesn't speak Dutch, in a small town in Holland where you can count the immigrants on one hand was an awful experience and I'd wish it upon no one. I was literally "token" in my school. I'm not coloured either, I can only imagine what black or asian folks go through. The funny thing is that my wife didn't experience my "Holland" part of life, so to speak, she moved from South Africa to London and blended right in. She is an avid Daily Fail reader too, so you can imagine how conditioned she was to dislike people of a different background. She started working at a very famous department store's head office as their receptionist and their coach driver, who visited the reception multiple times a day, was a muslim chap. A very simple person I should add, rough around the edges, tends to smell a lot, talks the hind leg off a donkey and can tell tales taller than the shard. This fella really grated on her, so eventually I told her to be nice to him for one day. Just one day, be nice to him and hear his stories out. She came home a changed person, and to this day he still brings her coffee every day, fills up her water bottle and as he frequently visits Dubai, we have a spot on our reception side-table filled with all the tat he brings us. Literally every single time he goes to Dubai he brings her something.

It's amazing how much someone else's attitude can change if you change your attitude towards them. We're so keen to write off other cultures / colours / religions / etc that we don't even give it a chance, but once you take a step back and realise that despite your differences these people are just like you and me, trying to make it in this world and give their family the life they dream of, and treat them accordingly, the world would be a much more pleasant place to live :)

Now if you'll excuse me, this soapbox is about to collapse.

Tone1979 said:
Our 2.1 year old eats Thai curries with us and quite happily likes warm curries.

We're lucky, she always wants to try our food and if we think it will be too hot we talk to her and go and get some yogurt from the fridge.
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Just think, when she hits 3.1 she'll have mouse support :cool:
 
do it once and they probably wont ask for it again ha ha

you will have to deal with tears before bed-time after you have to chuck the vindaloo away and give them bread and butter to fill them up though !
 
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