Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Samosa Fetish

Some people eat to live, others eat to live. And then there are the converts, who undergo a transition to the latter out of nowhere. I am one of those people, and it has all been possible because of a tiny desi snack- the samosa.
I’ve always known that samosas have existed. From a time that I don’t even remember, they’ve been available at canteens, brought home in greasy brown bags and served at roadside dhabas. I never liked them, and thought they were so totally ew! Until one day…..
….a chance visit to PG changed my life forever. Hell bored, Mehtaz, Najwat and I had decided to visit it since we had nothing better to do (not that we have anything better to do anyway, but still). One of my favourite activities is bossing Najwat around, and so I ordered him ‘Hey Hobbit! Go and get me some samosay.’
There was an air of surrealism as I peered into the bag Najwat had handed me after much eye-rolling. As I bit into the first crisp samosa, my taste buds were assaulted with undeniable gastronomical delight- courtesy of the heaps of ketchup and chaat masala the samosay were topped with. I had never been a foodie either, so this unexpected sensation caught me unaware.
‘Mmm, I love PG kae samosay’ I mumbled with a mouthful of savoury aloo as Najwat and Mehtaz looked at me disgustedly. Needless to say, I crammed all of them and ordered some more.
Later at home that day, I was lying down and thinking over the bad day I had had, and ruefully thought that the only highlight had been the samosay. After that, it kind of became a ritual for the three of us to go to PG every Wed and Sat after FIM where the boys had rolls and bun kebabs while I gorged on crispy triangular baby samosay.
The best thing about samosay is that they are amazing as comfort food. The soft aloo filling seems to fill an empty void (literally and emotionally), and the garam garam samosay end up warming the very corners of my soul. Oh and even if you’re not feeling down, samosay are a great snack (especially PG kae samosay!!! EEEE!)
The other day at home I was missing my samosay (yes, from now on, all samosay at PG are MY samosay) that I got my dad to get some. Sadly, there were no cute, small baby samosay at our local dukaan, only big abba-type ones. I relished the abba samosa with gusto, fondly reminiscing about the ones at PG.
Samosay are so cute. Yes, I love looking at them, they are adorable. And nothing beats PG kae samosay. Even though Mehtaz has labelled me a glutton *sniff :’(*, my new found love will persist day after day, at least as long as I have to endure IBA.


Najwat said...

You fat little samosa killer.

MK said...

You ugly, unwashed hobbit. Don't they have water in Hobbitland?