That triangular thing
First he took one, came back for another and then some more. Shortly, he declared “That Triangular Thing” the best food on offer. That triangular thing, not hard to guess, was a samosa.
This happened at International Day at our son’s elementary school. We had shared a table with another Indian family.
We had decided to go with samosas as the signature Indian dish because they have been extremely popular with our American friends.
We were about to find out exactly how popular it really was.
We don’t deep fry our samosas, as they ought to be, but grill them — they taste the same and, we believe, they are healthier (you know, minus the oil).
But let me say this here at the start, samosas are not exactly rare in the US any more — they are served by most Indian restaurants, and also by a Greek takeaway I discovered recently.
At the International Day event, they just went.
There was a lot on offer there, severe competition.
A neighbour from Indonesia had, I thought, the best fare — and not the kind of stuff you will find at Vietnamese food restaurants. But the stuff you cook at home — haven’t gotten around to their names yet.
The Japanese, the Koreans and the Chinese were also huge draws. There was Jamaican food too, I found out later, and it was HOT. I missed it.
A Pakistan family at the table next to ours saw its food — Chhole and Pakoray — disappear just as fast. Nothing to beat South Asian food; a pity there wasn’t more.
But That Triangular Thing!
I have written here earlier about how Naan has upscaled from a typically meal menu presence to something to go with wine — yes, I have seen it being served with wine, without cheese.
Samosa is getting mobile too, crossing over.
As I mentioned earlier in this blog, I saw it on the menu of a Greek food restaurant the other day — along with gyros. The menu mercifully didn’t try to own samosas.
Do you think the time has come to plant little tricolours on That Triangular Thing, before, horror of horrors, it actually becomes That Triangular Thing?
But, hang on, why get possessive about it?
Who knows what a light Greek touch could do to samosas?