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This recipe is from Somalia. I picked it up by observing my Somali friends during Ramadan and was able to create my own version of it. I can't stop eating them because they are so delicious. They are offered at Ramadan meals, weddings, parties, and other events. An encased cone-shaped package of seasoned ground beef is deep-fried. Ground beef can be changed up by being replaced with shredded beef.
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Sambusa
This is a Somali recipe. I learned it by watching my Somali friends around Ramadan and I was able to make my own variation. They are really good and I can't stop eating them. They are served during Ramadan, Weddings, Parties, or just because. A seasoned ground beef mixture is wrapped in a cone shaped package and deep fried. For a variation you can substitute shredded beef for ground beef. 2 tablespoons olive oil, 1 small onion finely chopped, 2 teaspoons ground cardamom, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 pounds ground beef, 2 teaspoons ground cumin, 1 tablespoon water or as needed, 1 quart oil for frying, 1 leek chopped, 1 package spring roll wrappers, 1 teaspoon pepper, 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour, 1 clove garlic minced
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Sambusa
This recipe is from Somalia. I picked it up by observing my Somali friends during Ramadan and was able to create my own version of it. I can't stop eating them because they are so delicious. They are offered at Ramadan meals, weddings, parties, and other events. An encased cone-shaped package of seasoned ground beef is deep-fried. Ground beef can be changed up by being replaced with shredded beef.
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Vegan Lentil Sambusa Pie (Ethiopian Street Food)
#vegan#snacks#appetizer#ethiopian cuisine#east african cuisine#african cuisine#street food#pastry#sambusa pie#lentils#puff pastry#onion#green onion#berbere#ginger#garlic#coriander#cumin#cardamom#chili#cilantro#lemon#olive oil#black pepper#sea salt
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Sorry to correct you but. Samosa is an indian dish not Kenyan
Hello anon! LOL okay I never expected to get into Samosa Discourse on my Star Trek blog but I happen to love food and history and the history of food so here we go😂
You are correct that samosas are not native to Kenya- and yes, India is by far the country most associated with samosas in the popular imagination (for good reason, samosas are pretty much omnipresent throughout India!) But while samosas are not originally from Kenya, that doesn't mean (imo at least) that they cannot be counted as part of Kenyan cuisine. (Which I didn't even necessarily do in that post, but I understand your position so I'll elaborate on those terms!)
Kenya is a multi-ethic country made up of several African peoples and migrant communities, including Kenyan Asians. Now, the history of South Asians living in/trading with East Africa goes back centuries, but there was also this huge (and deeply colonial) boom in the Asian population during the late 1800s-early 1900s when the British sent tens of thousands of indentured Indian labourers to Kenya to build the Uganda railway. (There is a LOT more history I could get into re the British East Africa Protectorate and the complicated social dynamics between African & Asian communities at the time, but that's not really relevant to samosas so I'll spare you.)
Anyway, modern day Kenya still has a considerable South Asian population, and as such (again not getting into the more complicated social dynamics here), Kenyan cuisine has a lot of Indian (and Arab) influences. But beyond that- Swahili culture(s) and cuisine(s) evolved over centuries of interaction between the various (predominantly Bantu) peoples of East Africa and traders from West, Central & South Asia (who brought in- among other things- their own spices), so cultural intermingling has always been a staple of the East African coast (which is geographically SO close to Asia!) If you were to walk around some of the bigger, more Asian diaspora-heavy cities of Kenya, like Mombasa or Nairobi, you'd find plenty of chicken/fish-based coconut curries & stews that strongly resemble Indian ones- as well as rice-based dishes like pilau & biriyani, rotis, chapatis, bhajias (called 'bajjis' in certain parts of India), kheemas, kebabs- and yes, samosas. Or sambusas, as they're often called in Kenya.
And what's more- the samosa (originally 'samsa' iirc) likely originated in Central Asia in the first place! It still goes by other names in West Asia and North Africa too; as do several other dishes-in-common. In fact, kuku paka (a dish I mentioned in the post that prompted this ask) is a Kenyan chicken curry with distinct Indian & Arabic influences. So if samosas can qualify as Indian cuisine (which, they undoubtedly do), imo they can qualify as a part of Kenyan cuisine too! Anyway I'm truly sorry I let this ask get SO far away from me lmao, I guess I've always felt a bit alienated by this growing tendency in Asian & African communities to sort of rigidly and unquestioningly (even proudly) uphold colonial divides when our cultures are actually so sprawling and ancient? Like sure, we are not monoliths, and it is important that people learn that- but also, so many political borders across both continents didn't even exist as they are today even a hundred years ago. It's so cool how much there is in common! Food, like so many other aspects of culture, is often migratory and full of varied influences, and that's just so deeply human and beautiful and fascinating to me
#nebulouscoffee on tumblr: come for the trekposting stay for the samosa lore apparently? lol#apologies to anyone who actually read all this rambly nonsense wish I could give you a sambusa/samosa as a reward#also anon I know you meant well and TRULY no hard feelings so pls don't take this the wrong way but. this ask made me giggle#I don't know if you're indian or just a concerned (white) citizen but speculating actually cheered me up on a Trying night so thank you!#in either case: you needn't worry!! I'm not out here on a mission to spread samosa misinformation on my star trek blog peace and loveee#(in all seriousness I'm very sorry if this reply came off as condescending or dismissive I promise it wasn't at all meant that way)#((might delete later btw just putting that out there))
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im not doing anything productive i sit here and eat samosas like its going out of style
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I’m like 3 stressful things away from driving 8 hours to get chai from the horn in nashville
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Crispy Sambusas
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Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 4/10
The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.
Enjoy!
"Perdi? Are you in here?"
No response.
It was a first, considering that he had been showing up around the sametime everyday of this week.
"Marcella?"
"Yes?"
She heard a low groan coming from the corner of the room. Pedri lay outstretched on the old sofa, yet to awaken.
"Um, are you okay?"
It was well past lunch hours. She would usually find him behind the drums, or playing an imaginary guitar solo on one of the broken violinis.
"Yeah." He said, making efforts to sit up. "Got any snacks?"
"Actually I do."
He raised a brow. "You do?"
Marcella dug through her backpack. "Yeah, um, my mom she made these African samosas, but we call them sambusas. Here, try one." She went over to the sofa, handing him a sambusa. Pedri took it and did not hesitate to taste it. Matter of fact, he finished it in seconds.
"That was good. Can I have another one?"
Marcella's shoulders fell. "No. That was it."
"Oh."
There was an awkward silence.
"So... how's the song coming on, it needs to be done by Friday, no?"
"Yes, and I actually took your adviced."
"Really?" He smiled.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, it was only a few changes." Marcella went over to the piano, Pedri followed, but got up at his own pace. "I took out the part where I rhyme time with crime and crazy with lazy."
"That's good." He nodded. "That's...." Coming around the piano he squinted his eyes at the sheet music.
"What?" She said, anxiously biting her nails. "You don't like it?" Even though she said she didn't care, Marcella kind of cared about Pedri's option of the song. His advice throughout the week had been surprisingly helpful. He sighed as he sat down next to her. "I like it Marcella, I really do. But why is the song still in English?"
"Not this again." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the sheet music.
"What?" He questioned.
"Look, Spanish isn't even my first language, it's French. I might as well sing in French, no?"
Pedri shrugged, "If it makes the song more sincere. You supposed to sing from your heart. I really think that's what señor Garcia meant for you to achieve with this assignment."
"Well, what do you know?" It was Marcella's usual response to when Pedri overthrew her with reason. She could see where today's session was going. It was not going to be useful to her if she'd spent half the time arguing with Pedri who had no involvement in the music program whatsoever.
"Are you leaving?" He frowned, seeing her get up and grabbed her things. "Already?"
"I need to finish the song by Friday and this isn't working for me."
"What? Us?" He stared at her blankly, perhaps wondering if he said something to offend her.
"I'm sorry Pedri, I'll see you around."
"Marcella, wait!"
She pushed the door open, ignoring his plea. But then he stopped pleading and started playing the piano.
Marcella paused in the doorframe, the melody familiar to her.
Cualquier cosa que haga está mal para ti..... (Anything I do is wrong for you.)
It was her song but....
Te quiero, tú me quieres, pero ¿por qué seguimos dudando.... (I love you, you love me, but why do we keep doubting?)
....he was singing.
Pedri's hands floted across the piano keys. And his voice....
Vuelve a mí y yo volveré a ti. Por favor, encuentra a mitad de camino. (Come back to me and I will come back to you. Please meet halfway.)
Marcella's feet betrayed her, reentering the room. Pedri was still playing and singing as she sat down next to him. There was no sheet music, he was playing by heart. And the lyrics, they were his own.
He nudged her shoulder "Sing."
"I don't..." She looked for the lyrics. He must have written them down somwhere. "Just sing Marcella! Improvise, from the heart."
Dudo de mí pero no de ti, porque el amor nunca duda. (I doubt myself but not you, because love never doubts.)
The words flowed out of her, along with the melody.
Te quiero, tú me quieres, pero ¿por qué seguimos dudando.... (I love you, you love me, but why do we keep doubting?)
Pedri joined in and now they were singing together, all of it coming from the heart. Marcella was buzzing all over once Pedri's hands stopped playing and the music died.
An unknown but exciting vibration flowed through her body.
"That was..."
Her sentence was interrupted as Pedri turned to look at her, his expression hard to read. He leaned forward, his warm lips sneaking up on her own.
"Pedri." She pulled back, a slight terror in her eyes.
He said nothing, eyes still darting hungrily at her lips.
"I don't..."
She tried to speak but his hands went to cup her face, railing her back in. Marcella closed her eyes, letting it happen, letting Pedri Gonzalez kiss her the way he wanted, slow and wet. It wasn't her first kiss, but this one was definitely the most exciting one. Pedri held her down, kissing her gently but rough at the same time. His tounge caressed hers gently and at times he would pull back as if to check that what he was doing to her was okay.
"I have to go." He eventually whispered, when his face was nuzzled up in the crease of her neck, his lips pressed against the pulse of her throat.
Marcella sighed but nodded. "Okay."
He pulled back to look at her, reaching forwards to stroke a thumb across her plump lips. "Nobody knows....that I can sing." He said. "None of my friends."
She smiled. "Now would be a good time to tell them, don't you think?"
He shook his head. "You can keep the song, it's yours. Just promise me that you won't tell anybody about this, about...."
"Us?" Up until just moments ago Marcella had never thought about her and Pedri being an us. She had thought of him as arrogant, inconsiderate and not to mention that he was friends with Gavi. No, Pedri had never been her type, although she could see why other girls may believe that he was theirs.
"Marcella? You okay?" He was cupping her cheek again, gently stroking her skin with his fingertips.
"Um, yeah, sure. I'm okay."
"Yes?"
She nodded. "Sure, I um, I won't tell anybody about the song or about..." She looked up as he stood.
"There is a football match on Friday, you should come." He spoke as if nothing had happened between them, as if the emotions that Marcella was feeling were of her imagination.
"I...can't."
"No? Why not?" Pedri grabbed his gym bag, throwing it over his shoulder.
"I have to go dress shopping with my mom. My friend is celebrating her seventeenth birthday on Saturday."
"Martina Blanco?"
She frowned. "How did you know?"
Pedri smiled. "Lucky guess." He moved on to the door, throwing her one last glance. "I'll see you Saturday Marcella."
"Um, I'll... He was gone before she could finish the sentence. "...see you?"
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#football angst#pedri#pedri x black reader#pedrito#pedri/gavi#pedri x reader#fc barcelona#pedri gonzalez
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hold on.. cobb unsuccessfully trying and failing to give eames the shovel talk while mal levelling him with one look and one look only to drive the point across... but the actual scary one is the one yusuf gives to arthur which catches him by surprise; how do you think that went cause I have lot of feels about best friend yusuf and eames :(
Okay, so, Yusuf would be fucking terrifying to double-cross, to get on the bad side of, right? You do not want to fuck with someone who can and will slip you a drug at any moment, especially as one as intelligent and resourceful as Yusuf.
I think after Inception, at some point, Arthur and Eames went and stayed in Mombasa for a while, when all the dust was settled. Arthur cannot forgive Yusuf for his duplicity, for putting them at risk, however Yusuf cannot forgive Arthur for being the reason Eames was a cantankerous, morose, bitch of a man for those first few months when Arthur joined Cobb in exile. I don't know if Eames and Yusuf were friends as such before Inception. After, yes, because I think Eames could respect the hustle.
Yusuf remembers it like this: he had a business to run and here was this newcomer in town who was infamous for losing terribly at the tables and had reportedly gained twenty pounds in sambusa and beer since arriving. He came across this newcomer when he was six sheets to the wind and trying to steal Yusufs somnacin from his lab. Eames was, in fact, so drunk Yusuf could smell the alcohol wafting off of him even over the stench of his chemicals. He could have killed Eames then, not knowing if he was a fed or just a fuck-up. Either way he was someone who could attract tons of trouble. But he doesn't, kill him, that is. Even though he could and certainly has done worse for less before. Instead, he pulls Eames up by the ear and lets him sleep it off on his front porch. When he wakes, Eames asks for somnacin, he wants to go under for a couple of hours. Yusuf says no.
See, Yusuf doesn't have friends the same way he doesn't have cats. He has strays.
He and Eames weren't friends after that, but he kept an eye on him as he eventually sobered up, mostly, over time. Eames didn't try to steal from him again, but he made sure to recommend Yusuf's wares to good customers. Eames still does not go under. Eames also does not let Yusuf win at poker, whenever he graces the tables.
So when Eames and Arthur arrive back in Mombasa after the Fischer job, both of them looking happy and relaxed, Yusuf is wary. He remembers Eames asking to go under. He remembers the story he'd managed to piece together through rumours and that first night ("Fuckin' Ar'fah", Eames had drunkely mumbled, which Yusuf did not understand then). He remembers the disruption of peace. Eames may have found his home, his person, he may be happy and in love, but Yusuf isn't happy to leave it to chance. He tells Arthur, in no uncertain terms, should there be any more disruptions of the Eames variety to his business, to his side of town, he knows every chemist that operates on every continent and he best watch himself and not put Eames in such a state again.
Arthur, suitably impressed, thinks that's fair. They're even now.
Hell, it's actually kind of the start to an unlikely friendship.
#afterwards eames and yusuf do become besties#in the gruff sort of drinking beer and watching soccer together variety#arthur and yusuf of the nerdy sciencey explosioney variety#yusuf is their unwilling witness at their (second) shotgun wedding#i actually think its hilarious that eames/arthur base their decision on whether or not they can visit mombasa depending on yusufs mood#he's happy they're back together of course#but for gods sake could they stop holding hands and making hearteyes at each other around him#yusuf has a business to run here#inception#arthur x eames#yusuf inception
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Now im curious whats YOUR favourite food and/or baked good??
Hmmmm I have so many favorites…
Well one of my favorite baked goods is lemon pound cake it’s amazing it’s perfect and I should bake it soon cuz I want it. Another is jelly filled donuts cuz at heart I am a guy from Boston who likes donuts
For foods I have soso many but the first two that came to mind were masala chips and sambusa (which is a Somali dish I think)
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other coffee shop sneding me texts abt a new flavor of sambusa theyre selling ohh dont test me right now
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my mum brought home the most delicious lentil sambusas
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Lentil Sambusas / Ethiopian Samosas (Vegan-Friendly)
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peace and love on planet earth, my card got declined AND I learned this convenience store I like a lot doesn't accept ebt but a guy behind me in line paid for my stuff 😭🖤
All I got was a thc seltzer and some sambusas, but it still means a lot.
#mad scrawl#And I can get HIGH. hallelujah!!#Saving it for after the inspection tomorrow bc that's stressful af
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