Trouble with the potato is its ubiquity. Have a look at the spread of snacks at any do, and chances are a third of the ingredients would be potato. Baked, fried, dried, boiled. Which brings back to the trouble. Every potato snack that’s local to some place in India isn’t unique to that region alone. Something from Maharashtra will be found in U.P., something from M.P. might be in Rajasthan, and so on. While that’s not a problem, the trouble is when you have to name stuff.
I’ve had this potato fritter whatever you want to call it forever for Iftar. Yet I’m unsure about the right name for this. At least three names have been mentioned by as many members of my family. Not that I care about the name as much as what it tastes like. Although Romeo probably didn’t know the sweet surrender of deep fried potato, else why would Shakespeare immortalise the scent of roses? Obviously, the house of Montague didn’t raise him on a good diet.
Okay, but still, what would you call this?