Weekend Cooking with BethFish

Samosas Product Detailshttp://www.bethfishreads.com/2014/09/weekend-cooking-my-drunk-kitchen-with.html

Mmmmmmmm--delicious samosas are being dropped into bubbling-hot oil. I open my window and the tempting smells hit my nostrils and travel down to my belly, which rumbles greedily. I realize I haven't eater for hours....."


A samosa /səˈmoʊsə/ or samoosa is a fried or baked pastry with savory filling, such as spiced potatoes, onions, peas, lentils and sometimes ground lamb, ground beef or ground chicken. They may or may not also contain pine nuts. The samosa originated in the Middle East (where it is known as sambosa[1]) prior to the 10th century

Comments

Sarah (Sarah's Book Shelves) said…
Yum...I love samosas. There is an Indian stand at my local farmer's market and they have great samosas...and very creative fillings.
September 13, 2014 at 4:37 AM
Beth F said…
Love the quote! And love samosas. I didn't realize they originated in the Middle East. Now I think I may have to make some tonight
September 13, 2014 at 4:54 AM
Jackie McGuinness said…
Yum!!! Love Indian food. We were just talking about samosas this week.
September 13, 2014 at 7:17 AM
jama said…
Love samosas. Haven't had Indian food in awhile.
September 13, 2014 at 12:16 PM
Carole said…
You're making me crave something spicy! Cheers from Carole's Chatter
September 13, 2014 at 1:12 PM
Anonymous said…
These sound really good. I will have to make them when it starts getting cooler where I live.
September 13, 2014 at 2:02 PM
Tea said…
All of you make me really want to taste samosas. Sorry, you might have missed the picture.
September 14, 2014 at 12:13 AM
Beth F said…
Thanks for adding the photo -- yummmm
September 14, 2014 at 3:17 AM
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