#Friday 13.0: My new therapeutic pass time

Each week I will (try and) share a small segment of something useful I learnt. While this is for my own amusement I hope it resonates with my lovely readers.

The journey thus far

                  There are certain household activities from which I get a very therapeutic kick out of.  But to name a few: (1) Hoovering: I’ve always loved hovering around the house. During my teenage years mum nominated me to take up that activity full time.  To this day adamant that it was my diligent approach to it, rather then being an easy target that won me this accolade. (2) Washing up: I only ever started using a dish washer after I got married some 19 years ago.  Before that time I’d happily help my parents with washing up, ensuring each dish was sparkling clean.  Today, while majority of the cutlery can be shoved in thy dishwasher, I still love scrubbing those pots and pans to make sure every inch of the area is spotless.  (3) Ironing: My therapeutic connection is not so strong anymore with this one. There was time when I would iron my clothes for the entire week on a Sunday evening, gliding across while listening to music. 
                    Earlier in the week my mum came around to see the kids, and being off work, also wanted to teach my wife how to make Samosas from scratch. All changed…… 

                   A samosa is generally a triangular shaped pastry which by default is filled with potatoes (and peas). It is part of a family of popular Indian snacks and is fried to perfection and enjoyed with sauces to taste. 
                   While my mum loves cooking, she admits at being no spring chicken and not as fast as she once was. Therefore keen to pass on the techniques, she insisted that for a change I also get involved in the preparation process.  Quite a change for me who normally is just the consumer.  
                  After the first few demonstrations I was charged with being responsible of multiple stages from inception through to completion. My most favourite part was filling up the pastry and then sealing it like an envelope. We managed to make 98 samosas and consume around 10 in taste testing.  But I found it very therapeutic to the amazement of my mum, who has already booked in another date to make another batch.  Most importantly, it’s valuable time spent with my mum and she with us and the kids.

What things around the house do you find therapeutic? 

Some of the ingredients to add flavour to the filling

Filling of potatoes and peas

Taste test prior filling

Preparing the samosa pastry

Pastry is rolled, slightly cooked and cut in half

Cooked pastry filled and sealed

Outcome is a fried samosa being enjoyed with homemade mint chutney

 

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