Thai Chicken and Sweet Potato Curry ~ Valley of the Dolls

Mothers are strange creatures. They can be very contradictory in nature.

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Take the Mater Madly: one Christmas, she gave a young Sister Madly a lovely box of crayons, then became most displeased when Sister Madly used those crayons to create a masterpiece worthy of Michelangelo* on the living room wall. Her mother displayed the same mystifying irrationality when Sister Madly, after receiving a stamp with her name on it, used said stamp all over her face.

* The Ninja Turtle, not the Artist.

Clearly Sister Madly didn’t know how to utilize the toys to her mother’s satisfaction. Hula Hoops routinely found themselves stuck up in trees, Frisbees spent weeks upon the roof, while the her dad’s cologne – which, apparently, wasn’t a toy at all – was often spotted consorting with the condiments in the refrigerator. The complexities of these toys bewildered Sister Madly so much that she would give up and wander into the woods, where she would be found playing with her growing collection of odd-looking rocks.*

* This shouldn’t have surprised her mother in the least, as ‘rock’ was Sister Madly’s first word- or so the story goes.

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The final straw, no doubt, was the day Sister Madly was found living out an especially whimsical South Seas voyage in the toy box rather than with the toys kept inside of it. Her parents thought it best to procure some toys that would require Sister Madly to associate with other living beings- in this case, people- lest her isolated world became so extraordinary that she decided to dwell in it permanently.

That is when the dolls started appearing.

Now Sister Madly had nothing against dolls per se, other than the fact that all of her sweet, demented adventures would now be played out through the dolls when it should be through Sister Madly herself. They would be the ones uncovering sacred artifacts, they would be traveling in gypsy caravans, and they would be the ones exploring haunted houses on nonexistent planets accessed through secret panels located inside the bread box, while Sister Madly gets to sit there and watch. So unfair.

But that isn’t to say Sister Madly didn’t enjoy playing with the dolls; after all, she and Tallulah were typical little girls who did typical sibling things.

Take this storyline, for example (a popular one in the Madliverse) :

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Aleister, who worked as an elevator attendant at a swanky resort, had one task and one task only: to retrieve the elevator whenever it went awry, as it habitually shot through the roof and landed somewhere down the beach. He was also hunted by the resort’s Head Chef, who used the Jacuzzi to make his culinary masterpieces and found the soupe du jour to be especially tasty after Aleister fell into said Jacuzzi (when one is returning an elevator to its proper place, one tends to walk blindly.)

Meanwhile, the entire town is haunted by a serial killer whose chosen M.O. includes a butcher’s knife. However, said Killer finds himself plagued with that pesky misfortune of being assigned a theme song at birth (‘The Pink Panther’ in this case) which starts to play whenever he raises his hand, thus alerting his potential victims to his presence. Due to his symphonic affliction, he is known as The Most Incompetent Serial Killer in History, with a victim count currently in the negative.

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These two worlds finally converged the day Aleister retrieved the elevator from the Waffle House (where it was found working as a line cook) when he encountered The Most Incompetent Serial Killer in History. This startled Aleister so much that his legs broke off and ran away, which resulted in his arrest for indecency as his legs ran off with his pants.

Aleister’s coworker, Elliot, learned of his friend’s predicament when he encountered Aleister’s legs on the treadmill (they were training for an upcoming marathon.) Elliot, disguising himself as a Bean Sprout, broke into the jail and found a pair of diamond-studded swimming trunks (appraised at $4.2 million) in the Sergeant’s locker, which he gave to Aleister so he would not be arrested of indecency once again after escaping from jail. This theft, of course, made the Sergeant very cross…

The retrospect does not do it justice! It sounds so incredibly dull.

The bartender, however- having just overheard Sister Madly relate this story to the Professors- had but one nagging question:

“So, what was the soupe du jour?”

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THAI CHICKEN AND SWEET POTATO CURRY

  • 4-6 boneless chicken thighs, whole
  • 1 large sweet potato, cubed
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1-2 chili peppers, chopped and seeded ~ OR ~ cayenne pepper, to taste
  • 2 cups chicken or vegetable broth
  • 1 14oz. can coconut milk
  • 2-3 Tbsp red curry paste
  • 1 Tbsp fish sauce
  • 1 tsp ginger
  • 1/2 tsp turmeric
  • 1/2 tsp cumin
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1 tsp lime juice, or to taste
  • salt to taste
  • ghee/oil

Saute onion in ghee/oil until translucent, 5 min
Add garlic, saute 1-2 min
Add curry paste, chilies, spices and bay leaf, cook for 30 sec
Add sweet potato, chicken, broth, fish sauce and coconut milk
Mix and bring to a boil
Cover, reduce heat, and simmer for 25 min
Uncover and shred chicken (in sauce) with 2 forks
Continue to simmer uncovered to reduce and thicken, 10-15 min
Stir in lime juice and remove from heat

THEME SONG: Your Favourite Toy, Michael Cretu


Images:

1.) Pinterest
2.) Doll Created by Julien Martinez
3.) creepypasta.co.uk
4.) Pinterest

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29 responses

  1. I’m told if you want to know where the count changes to the positive, try looking at “Da dump, da dump, da dump”. It’s a pink thing.

    I must confess I did not know the theme song. Finding “Teddy Bears” an integral part of the video did give me reason to smile.

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    January 20, 2017 at 5:59 AM

  2. Ha! We must be related. I have a child whose first word was “rock” and than he insisted on forever putting rocks in his mouth while saying this fabulous word. It began to drive me nuts! How many times can you say, “yes, I know it’s a rock, but we don’t eat them.”

    Curry sounds good! My latest obsession is curry cauliflower. It’s hardly worthy of a recipe, just curry, coconut milk, cauliflower, cook it.

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    January 20, 2017 at 6:58 AM

    • Some of the best dishes have the most simple recipes! And I don’t mean the rocks…

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      January 20, 2017 at 1:15 PM

  3. You have aspired many emotions within me from this post. It was completely unfair for you to sit and not have fun adventures while your dolls played. I would have played along with you. We could have both been pirates on a sea voyage in that box! Lol. And the second entry amused me so. And of course you had to go and make me hungry with your recipe. I enjoyed this.

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    January 20, 2017 at 8:37 AM

    • Thank you!

      On one hand, it is unfair that the dolls get all the adventures, but on the other, they also get all the irreversible makeovers (punk rocker hairstyles, piercings, permanent marker makeup, etc) so there is a slight balance to the scales.

      I would love to have a fellow pirate on board the S.S. Toy Box! Next time, I’ll swing by and pick you up!

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      January 20, 2017 at 1:22 PM

  4. Ah, that explains why I never would play with dolls… I was always the subject of my reality. (It’s not my fantasy, it’s my reality… those other people may believe their story is fantasy if they wish – certainly looks that way to me – and I’m staying in the centre of my reality. No dolls, no excuses.)
    Now Bears, on the other hand, are a different story – every Raven needs a companion, and Bears are loyal, dependable, easily transported… ideal travelling companions. I have one with me now, by the name of Florence, and he has accompanied me to 5 of the 6 continents I have so far set foot on. Dependable.

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    January 20, 2017 at 10:45 AM

    • That’s exactly what it was like: when the dolls had the adventures, it was a fantasy; but I did, it was reality.

      Florence… I like that. A well-traveled Bear! No doubt he will be accompanying you to the 6th?

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      January 20, 2017 at 1:41 PM

      • Well I have been three times to Africa before I met Florence, so it may be a while before I return – he will of course accompany me.
        As for Antarctica… I seem to have accepted that 46degrees south could be the closest I get, and while both Florence and I are becoming steadily whiter year by year, that’s not a continent famous for it’s population of either Bears or Ravens. White Bears and Ravens definitely have their roots in the North, so we’re already way, way, waaayyyy removed from our past.
        Sometimes it’s better that way.

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        January 20, 2017 at 3:46 PM

  5. 👍👍👍I can imagine the frescoed wall that your mother was displeased with! Well, creativity must be nurtured and you are gooood!!!😃

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    January 20, 2017 at 10:06 PM

    • Ha! Thank you!

      No doubt most mothers prefer Minimalism when it comes to art: a plain white canvas, with just a touch of barely noticeable color… it must be in their blood. ;c)

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      January 21, 2017 at 11:37 AM

  6. locksley2010

    Then once the marathon was completed, all Aleister had to do was insure his legs, right?

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    February 3, 2017 at 3:08 PM

    • That was the idea, but his legs ran off with the elevator and were last seen frolicking through the Alps.

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      February 3, 2017 at 6:41 PM

      • locksley2010

        I hate it when that happens!

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        February 3, 2017 at 9:56 PM

        • I know! My legs once wandered off during a pub crawl, and was later found at an all night disco. I have since imposed a 1AM curfew… unless they are with me, that is.

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          February 4, 2017 at 3:30 PM

        • locksley2010

          Mine have decided to take me running on my mornings off! Is there a cure for this?

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          February 5, 2017 at 1:45 AM

        • Exorcism. Pure and simple.

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          February 5, 2017 at 11:38 AM

        • locksley2010

          Ooooohhh, that!

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          February 5, 2017 at 2:33 PM

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