Ask No Questions About Samosas

[introduction]: "The kitchen in my childhood home in Calgary was not a shared space. It was ruled by a maharanee who hated to be questioned. Unfortunately for her, she had sired a ridiculously curious child who not only questioned everything, but also cast doubt on recipes that had been passed down through generations, like a crazed toddler in a sweet shop.

That kitchen was the arena where I learned my mother's/her mother's/her mother's mother's way of making pakoras and samosas. 

The instruction would start in much the same way."