She made us a chicken biryani that was absolutely delicious. Stunningly good. As near as I can tell, she diced up and fried the pieces of two chickens. Then she cooked down about six onions, six cloves of garlic, three tomatos, at least a dozen small green chili peppers (HOT), a large chunk of fresh ginger in a good bit of oil until it was all soft and carmelized.
To this, she added a vegetable stock cube, some water, three or four sticks of cinnamon, some cardamom pods, a generous handful of fresh coriander and "Chicken Masala" spice. Which is where things get murky. If I ask her what goes into "Chicken Masala" she just laughs at me, and I'm guessing I aint getting the ingredients anytime soon.
She reminds me of my dad in the kitchen. Sort of secretive, slightly grouchy, a bit bossy, lots of fun. The whole thing was served well blended into some biryani rice and was a hearty, lovely meal for me and the DH (and a neighbor). Not the munchkins - too spicy.