I started sorting out these samosas this morning, but it turned into one of those days where I couldn't get on with one thing without something else competing for my attention!
Anyway, I got the filling done no bother, and I started making the pastry. This is where things started to go awry...
After a few interruptions, the pastry was made - but something wasn't quite right. I read the recipe again and...doh! the olive-bloody-oil! I missed the breadcrumb stage and went straight to drowning the flour! So I did it right second time around and left the dough to rest for half-an-hour.
Five hours later, I finally got around to picking the dough up again! Worryingly, it didn't look any different - was it not supposed to resemble a pimply youth? Undaunted, I released the dough from its cling film prison and...aaaarrrgggh! It had transformed from a mere mixture of flour and water to a cross between Mr Fantastic and a killer Klingon! It was so elastic and sticky that anything it touched immediately started to assimilate with it!
Clearly, I had gone wrong somewhere...
Rolling the mixture out was interesting. I managed to subdue the sticky beast with copious quantities of flour (eventually!) and I think the final two discs I rolled actually looked vaguely circular!
And then it was time to get the curries on for the family arriving, so into the fridge went the keema and the pastries.
Tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow will be the day the samosas finally hit the pan. Assuming, that is, that one is left in peace to get on with it!

I think these are going to be good, and I think if I get the dough right the next time, all will be well with the world!
