I need to talk about an addiction I have. It started out as a casual habit but it risks becoming more frequent. Especially as fall and winter hibernation months approach. I am addicted. To the mutter paneer roti from Mother India. It's rich and creamy and spicy and has a perfectly chewy but kind of melt-in-your-mouth roti wrapped around it. I have to stop myself from eating it all in one sitting. Sometimes I do not succeed.
I have tried other items from Mother India but they don't cause such a reaction in me. If you're curious, they are:
+ The samosas. They are good, but pretty standard as far as samosas go.
+ The pakoras. The ones here are not my favourite style, but maybe that is just a personal preference. I'm more into the smaller crispy ones than the larger, almost pancake sized ones they serve here.
+ The samosa chaat. My dining (read: sitting on the couch watching Mean Girls in our PJs) companion LOVED the samosa chaat, but I hated it. I chalk this up to our opposing feelings on onions. I can't stand them in excess or raw, where as they love them in all forms and amounts. So what I'm saying is, order this if you basically want to marry an onion.