My mother had a very good dodge—or if it wasn’t a dodge, it was an unconscious way of guaranteeing I’d eat everything put before me. I was told that this or that tantalizing thing was just for grown-ups. One of these things was vindaloo. I still remember my first taste of it—and it was just a taste—and being put to bed very envious of what my parents and their laughing guests were eating.
Vindaloo comes to Parsi households from the Portuguese connection. Its original name was probab