I could write an entire novel chronicling my love for samosas, but even that would fail to fully describe how I feel.
While I don’t cook it that much at home, we tend to get Samosa for takeout at least once every couple weeks. Perhaps my favorite kinda samosa is the vegetable samosa. Crispy crust stuffed with tender potatoes and peas, perfectly spiced, and begging to be dipped in chutney.
How can you go wrong?
The problem with samosas is two-fold
They’re fried. I’m pretty much terrified of frying anything, so that’s a no-go.