I’ve made it no secret that I am a lifelong fan of White Castles. I’ve mentioned them in both blog and review. I will always love them and I miss not having easy access to them.
So when one is deprived of that which one loves, one is forced to seek alternatives. Fortunately, one lives in the Los Angeles area, where one can find damn near any food one can imagine. However, I need go no farther than my own kitchen to dive into a delectable, nay sinful, treat that comes from another shore: the Samosa.
Allow me to refer you to the following link for a breakdown of this lovely bit of wonderfulness: LINK. In a nutshell, or in a flaky dough wrapping as it turns out, the samosa is basically a homemade hot pocket, filled with such things as vegetables, peppers / chilis, or meat. In this case, the pocket contains ground beef. Observe today’s meal with a side of corn chips:
I have the fortune of having married a wonderful woman from Kenya who, on occasion, is known to make these delectable things for yours truly. Now samosas are generally known to come from India, and if not, then the Indians generally have the market cornered on them. However, the fine people of Kenya have co-opted this dish as their own. Considering that I co-opted a Kenyan for my own, I feel that in an extremely roundabout way, I’m getting back at the Indians for having co-opted our country’s customer service industry. It’s a vicious cycle to be sure.
Samosas are generally taken with a spritzing of lemon juice. However, the more adventurous can substitute said citrus for hot sauce of varying degrees. Personally, this is my preference. Now generally, my wife shares my taste for ground beef in that we like it spicey. So when she prepares samosas, the ground beef is already potent enough to strip paint just from the aroma alone. This, coupled with a hot sauce dipping, makes the samosa a dish that you won’t soon forget. To wit:
No of course, there are drawbacks. The most notable being an almost guaranteed trip to either the bathroom or the nearest emergency room afterwards. I myself drove to work just that much quicker this morning. And the experience was as hot going as it was coming.
So one might ask, is a hot stinky worth enjoying a samosa (or a dozen as the case may be)? To which I emphatically say…yes.
May you be as fortunate.