No one can eat just one

Though you may be indifferent to shapes, there is one hot triangle that will make you salivate, cause your tummy to rumble, itch you to reach out for more.
Finger-licking mint / tamarind (or both) chutneys are strictly optional.
Salsa dips and Heinz ketchup bottles: sorry guys, go take a hike!
Wondering what I'm talking about?
Before you scratch your head and pucker up your lips, deep in thought, let me introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, the lip-smacking) SAMOSA!
This humble, triangle-pastry shell comes in various fillings—potatoes, chick peas, onions, meat, fish—you name it.
Though I would like to think that they originated here, I came to know that Persia beat us to it.
Though I can happily gloat that we Indians, known to be gastronomes (burp), beat the Persians hollow, in consuming this spicy snack.
With winters knocking at our doors, and the depressing-rains not far behind, one consolation that I keep reminding myself is that I can bundle myself in a warm-quilt, toes sticking out(I get claustrophobic), newspaper in hand, a steaming cup of tea and piping-hot samosas giving me company (and solace) with the wind and rains lashing outside. Brrr.
The samosa, first mentioned in public records by Amir Khusro, as early as the 13th century, has come a long way indeed.
From street vendors and pushcarts hawking them, to every corner Aggarwal Sweets(why are they always located at corners?) frying them, to a Mughal emperor sleeping with them under his pillow, to all kinds of people going munch-munch-munch, samosas have sold like hot cakes literally over the years.
Ok ok – I bet you are wondering which Emperor was so attached to samosas that he would place them beneath his pillow? That bloke was Humayun. I bet he woke up with a rumbling tummy, and a soggy, smelly pillow every morning.
There are people who sing “Samosa” to the tune of the famous song by The Champs—“Tequila.”
Their popularity is also evident overseas. Known by different names—empanadas, calzones, pasties, knishes, and sambusacs, only the names are different. And they are lapped up by people of all ages.
By the way they are often a way of becoming popular with friends—just walk across to the nearest sweet-seller, get some fresh-just-out-of-the karahi samosas, and arrive at your friend’s winter BYOB gathering.
I’m guessing you’ll receive quite a few friendly smiles, and hell knows, maybe some more invites….