Irani Samosa
Brothers don’t necessarily have to be only
saviours and zealous and jealous protectors to their sisters. They are of use
in more ways, fun ways at that. For instance, brothers can be partners in
crimes such as buying lollies and other goodies mother has forbidden with scant
and scarce pocket money, shooting holes in the neighbour’s washing while aiming
for fruit from their trees with an air rifle, stealing alu bondas for
us girl cousins from the caterers of a wedding reception. We made perfect alibis
for each other, at least the unspoken pact said so.
Since boys had better access to certain
utilities and facilities, such as transport (read bicycles) and extended or practically
no curfew time, they were very handy for running errands. They were also useful
for ordering goodies from the college canteen in the coed college we went to. Brothers came in handy especially for buying
stuff from the ubiquitous Irani restaurants (known as Irani hotels!) in
Hyderabad. Girls did not enter the Irani restaurants, as they still followed
the ‘zanana’ system in those days. Our knowledge of these restaurants then was vicariously
obtained from sneak peaks (over the scores of bicycles parked in the front and
avoiding the rude stares of people thronging the inevitable pan shops) while
passing by and through the description of the ambience by our brothers and
uncles.
My brother was often sent to buy the incredible
sweet and savoury stuff indigenous to Irani hotels. I have once mentioned how
he was sent to buy our first chewing gum from Café Casino or Café Galaxy or
some such grandiose place. Bun- maska was an excruciatingly sweet and soft
roll with a sugar and butter (they say it was margarine) spread. The wide
mouthed large glass jars had stacks of the fat sweet and slightly salty Osmania
Biskit and Chand Biskit a crecent shaped nan-khatai like sweet cookie. Afghan crim roll was a puff pastry cornet
filled with pink and white butter cream. Equally awesome were the rows and rows
of most perfectly uniformly hand iced little canapés. They were called
pastries- a term I had to carefully dissociate with this only meaning I had
learnt of the word as and when I knew better. It was a marvel how those
patissiers never missed a swirl, nor messed a blob!
The famous Irani chai – thick, milky, too
sweet - was not so difficult to lay our hands on. Long nights of drama
rehearsals and college events practice sessions gave us our fill of the
ambrosial liquid. Legend has it that the secret trick was to boil poppy pods
with the tea leaves. No wonder the broth was so addictive.
But more addictive were the little samosas,
vegetarian ones for us, thank you. The delicious, crisp onion samosas could
never be bought, leave alone be eaten, in singles or pairs. One needed to buy
at least four or five per person, and then again, we would gobble our share up
quickly and dig into the communal paper packet very guilelessly as if we
weren’t counting.
I had only heard of Irani restaurants in
Mumbai and Pune selling this little sinful snack and had promptly put it onto
the list of things I would miss when I left India and my maternal home. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find
them as ‘samboosa’ everywhere in the Middle East. This time the samosa was more
accessible in the Malabari chai shanties. There were no restrictions and we ate
them with abandon. But one could never have one’s fill of the samosas.
Years later and across several continents,
the samosa still bears the standard in our nostalgia parade, yet the triangles
remained as unattainable and as mysterious as the Bermuda one.
And so, when my brother mentioned them so
very longingly the other day, I had to research, investigate and source the
ingredients to make the Irani Samosas for him on his special day, Bhaubeej, or
our Indian Brothers’ Day!
Ingredients
2 cups chopped onion
2 cups thin poha (absorbs the moisture from the onions and makes the samosa crisp)
3 tbsp chopped dill or suva (non-negotiable!)
1 tsp coriander powder
1 tsp cumin powder
1 tsp chilli powder (or more) you can add
finely chopped green chilli also
½ tsp garam masala powder
Salt to taste
1 tbsp plain flour mixed with a little
water to make a paste
Oil to fry
Samosa pastry sheets about 50 strips
(defrosted if frozen)
Method
Mix the chopped onion, poha, all the spice
powders and salt well. Set aside for a few minutes while you prepare the paste and
separate the sheets.
Take one strip and place a tsp of the
mixture on it at one end of the strip and fold one corner in dog-earing action.
Make sure the triangular flap covers the filling. Then holding the folded side
carefully, flip over the pointed edge to form another triangle. Repeat this
till you reach the end of the strip. Within two turns, the stuffing should get
sealed and remaining folds should just go on reinforcing the triangle shape. As
you reach the end of the strip, apply some of the paste like a glue and stick
the loose end to the triangle. Place the folded samosa with its last fold down
so it holds better. Make all the samosas and then deep fry them in medium hot
oil.
Serve hot with tea.
Irani samosas don’t need any chutney or
dip.
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