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keep reading, trying to skim it all quickly before Deema calls me to leave.
    “Ready,
bayti
?” she says from the doorway.
    Looking up at my grandmother, I quickly fold the paper and put it in the pocket of my notebook.
    “Yes, Deema, I’m coming.”
     
Deema’s Easy Curry Chicken
    4 boneless chicken breasts, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
    3 tablespoons chopped onion
    2 cloves garlic, chopped
    1 1/2 teaspoons chopped fresh
shado beni
or cilantro
    1 teaspoon ground cumin
    3 tablespoons Trinidad curry powder
    2 tablespoons canola oil
    3/4 cup chicken stock
    1 medium Yukon gold potato, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch cubes
    1/2 teaspoon salt
    1/2 cup coconut milk
    1. Make the marinade: In a medium bowl, mix the onion, garlic,
shado beni
or cilantro, cumin, and 2 teaspoons of the curry powder. Coat the chicken in the marinade andset aside for at least 20 minutes but preferably overnight in the refrigerator.
    2. Heat the oil in a deep saucepan and add the marinated chicken cubes. Add the remaining curry powder and mix well. Sauté for 2 to 3 minutes.
    3. Add the chicken stock, potatoes, and salt. Simmer for 15 minutes and continue to cook until the sauce thickens, about 5 minutes more.
    4. Add the coconut milk and simmer for 3 minutes more. Taste and adjust the seasonings as desired. Serve with rice or rotis.
    Makes 4 servings

CHAPTER FIVE
Decisions
    Where r u? All rdy,
I text on the hand-me-down Nokia phone my father gave me. I hate this phone. It’s a freebie that came with the calling plan, and it’s so old that the numbers and letters are almost rubbed off. Linc has an iPhone, and most of the other kids at school have an iPhone or BlackBerry or some other smartphone. When I’m with them, I try to never take out my cell unless I absolutely have to, to answer a call from my parents.
    At s’way,
comes Linc’s reply. That’s good. It means he’s just gotten off the bus at the subway station at Liberty.
    For my TV audition video, I’m planning to make my famous Coconut Dark Chocolate Chip Cookies, which I spike with coconut flakes and gourmet chocolate made from cocoa beans from Trinidad if I can get it. It’s expensive and cuts into my allowance savings, but for something like this it’s worth it. Besides, they’re Linc’s favorite cookies and it will be a nice gift for his help.
    “Anj?” Linc’s voice comes through our kitchen window. He’s yelling up from the front sidewalk. I run down the stairs and let him in.
    “What’s going on?” he says as he steps over the threshold.
    “Everything is ready,” I say, locking the dead bolt behind him.
    “Cool,” he answers, taking the steps two at a time. When we reach the kitchen, Linc pulls the iPod earbuds out of his ears and neatly wraps them around his iPhone. Next, he pulls out a video camera that’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand.
    “That’s it?” I say doubtfully.
    “Yep, that’s it,” says Linc, smiling. “It’s small but mighty. Great digital quality.”
    I shrug. I’ll have to take Linc’s word for it. He’s the gadget geek, not me.
    “Okay, so I figure we’ll just start with an intro about me and then I’ll start making the cookies,” I say. “I’ve been rehearsing.”
    “Don’t worry, we can do multiple takes,” Linc says. “I’m going to edit the video on my Mac and evenadd a little intro music. Maybe some steel pan drums. Or I found this song called ‘Kuchela.’”
    “Really? ‘Kuchela’?”
    Kuchela
is a condiment made from hot peppers and grated green mangoes. It’s spicy and tangy and delicious to eat with curry, but it’s hard to think someone could write a song about it.
    “Yeah, really,” he says, turning on the camera and slowly panning it over the bowls and the stand mixer, one of my prized purchases I bought with allowance and Christmas money saved up over two years. “Just leave the filming to me,” Linc says.
    I take my place behind the counter and try to look serious and professional. Linc puts