I love a good curry. When I was a Tassie kid, curry meant something with sultanas and possibly chunks of apple amidst deep brown pieces of meat. Or else it was the top note of that great Australian favourite, curried sausages. We loved those dished up on a pile of boiled rice for “tea” (we never said DINNER back then). If it was ‘spicy’ we’d have a glas…
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