I was the only one that liked the Chicken Korma. It was too spicy for the boy, and the husband once again professed his hatred of Indian food. I finally told him to be quiet so I could enjoy the dinner I had so looked forward to. He wasn't that annoying, but I was tired of hearing him talk about how he doesn't like curry and couldn't believe I'd make Indian food. Sheesh. So much for trying to expand his horizons.
It's something I'd buy again, but only to make when the husband was out of town. I'd also cut down on the amount of water it said to add because it seemed to runny to me.