Ah, what I wouldn't give for that beautiful, deep-fried, pastry-wrapped bunch of spiced veggies! You see, I enjoyed just such a treat several months ago when attending a party, and it's been lurking in my mind ever since, so much so that when the East Indian community in Toronto was showcasing their cuisine in the "Taste of India" last weekend, the thought of making the hour-long drive to the city actually occurred to me. Such a ridiculous thought, but there it was, for, you see, those pockets of pure delight are not easy to come by where I live, and oh, how I thought I wanted to experience that again.
Now I have actually done a mental taste test to try and reason with this crazy, lingering thought. I have chosen all my favourites and paraded them one by one past the ever-present samosa - so which one do I choose? Every single time, without fail, it has been the samosa, and believe me, the competition was stiff.
But it has only ever been that, a thought, because firstly, it's way too many calories (I checked just in case), and, secondly, I don't actually know where to buy one. This is one time that I didn't "Google it." Ignorance IS bliss after all.
I was visiting my mother yesterday, which I do each week, and shortly after I left I stopped at her local Shell station for a fill-up. Heard the price of gas was going up by 4 point something cents at midnight, and besides that, it's always a couple of cents cheaper there anyway. I had never been in the little store at this station before, but this time I went in as I had forgotten my water bottle and thought I'd buy one for the trip home. At the cash this lovely, smiling East Indian lady asked me if I'd like to buy a homemade samosa. WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? All of a sudden I was standing in the middle of the intersection of a half a dozen dirt roads (I don't know why they were dirt) frantically searching for the correct one to take. I felt a low-volt charge of electricity coursing through me and making me weak at the knees. After what was probably only a second and when my confusion lifted I smiled back and replied, "Thank you very much. I would love to try one, but as I'm counting calories at the moment, I better not." Pretty good, huh?
I was 2 steps from walking out the door -- no, I just couldn't leave it alone. I turned around and said, "Do you make them to sell very often," and she quietly replied, "Every day." I quickly exited and vowed to NEVER forget my water bottle again!
I have a very special SparkFriend who was recently visited by an extraordinarily powerful Diet Fairy, and I'm pretty sure that was who came to visit me in my split second of desperation at that Shell station. In fact, when I come to think about it, I have been visited by the one for exercise, for encouragement, for laughter, for compassion, and so many more. YOU know what I mean. Those things are just like thousands of little Sparklies surrounding us all the time and taking such good care of us.
AND FOR THAT I THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!