As the weather gets colder in New England, it’s the perfect season to make this rich, warm dish. The aromas that fill our home while making palau are nostalgic. No matter where I’ve lived or traveled, there is a certain scent that will always make me feel like I’m home. For me it is the homemade Fiji masala that is sautéed with onions and garlic. There really is no describing it. You have to LIVE it to understand. My husband on the other hand is always looking for the incense and a lighter after I’m done cooking, along with opening windows. He doesn’t embrace the aromas as well as I do. Ha ha!
There is a scent that is so familiar that no matter where I am I feel like I’m home. The aromas of the spices mixing together in the air feels like your walking though a foreign spice market. Your nose tickles and you breath in to almost taste the food. The smell of my family’s chicken curry. The anticipation of eating my most favorite Indian dish is the same every time, as if I was a small child waiting for dinner time. It means home, it means family, it is nostalgia at its finest.