Following savoury aromas of coriander, cinnamon, ginger and… and something… to the kitchen, I find Ross in full ‘Buttling’ regalia, topped off with a heavy apron over his pressed pants and jacket. Tasting some sauce on a wooden spoon, he frowns.
something“It smells wonderful. What are we having?”
“Mrs Stanton is particularly fond of Thai curry...” The frown deepens toward a scowl. “... But I’m not happy with the flavour. Something’s missing.” He dips into a pot, then offers the spoon to me. “What do you think?”
I roll the sauce around my mouth. As usual with Ross’ cooking, it’s delicious, but he’s right. There’s just something…
“How about cardamom?” I say. “It’s hard to go wrong adding that to ’most anything.”
Ross snaps his fingers, beaming, then strides across to his spice rack, ma
