Ok chasing
Kashmiri butter chicken (my friend says if it's kashmiri it should have coconut milk in, but I don't care whether it's authentic because it's so damned tasty).
Brown 8 boneless, skinless chicken thighs in a hot pan, and put into the slow cooker. I use whatever is reasonable or on offer in shop though - legs of chicken or turkey, bone in with the skin cut off, as the slow cooking makes it dead easy to get the bones out as it cooks. Turkey breast fillets work well too.
Whiz a couple of onions, a few garlic cloves, plenty of ginger root and some chilli together in a food processor to make a paste. Add to pan with a bit of butter and cook gently for about 10mins until just colouring.
Then it's the spice mix - sounds like a lot but it isn't really. I'll give the recipe amount but I always use more than that. I grind some of my spices in a whizzy thing but you could use a pestle and mortar or use all ready ground.
1 teaspoon of:
cumin seeds
fennel seeds
paprika
ground turmeric
4 cardamom pods, crushed (I use loads more and grind the inside seeds)
quarter tsp of cinnamon
Stir in the spices and cook for a minute of two, then add a generous squirt of tomato puree (2tbsp ish), a spoonful of brown sugar, pinch of salt and half a pint of chicken stock. Bring it all to the boil, pour over chicken in slow cooker and cook on low for 5 - 7 hours. I've never cooked it more than 5 hrs I don't think, as I stick it on at lunchtime, and it's fine - meat falling off the bone. The smell of it cooking is just glorious. It's not a hot curry, unless you put in loads of chilli, but really aromatic. Do a couple of Indian veggie dishes to go with, and we get naans from our local takeaway. That's enough for four, so does us for two nights in a row.
saf you're absolutely right, it's about finding different routines, isn't it. When DD's not here we could go out for an evening dog walk, particularly with the lighter evenings. Last summer (only on one occasion 
) I managed to only have a small glass with an early dinner so I could drive afterwards and we went for a sunset walk to listen to the nightjars. Beautiful. And rather more special than sitting on the sofa in a half-cut trance.