Bondas, for me, ladies and gentlemen, are not a mere plate of deep-fried carbs. No, they are an emotion, a journey, a state of happiness, and my place of nirvana. There's practically nothing that can come between my face and my plate of two bondas. Okay, I'm lying—three bondas. (Four if it's been a very bad week or I just want to be a gluttonous pig.)
This humble staple can be found in households across India under various guises, starting with Mumbai's Vada, Aloo Tikki, Ragda Patties, Alu Chop, Mysore Bonda, and so on.
The very same dish, with the very same emotion, across India. Comfort on a plate on a rainy Tuesday, a hot Thursday, or a lazy weekend at home.Of course, the weighing scale goes up by a crazy, full kilo the next morning, but who cares?
You're happy from the deep corners of your tired soul, you're recharged for the crazy week that's waiting for you to conquer, and you suddenly have the strength for your son's 100th bone-crushing slam-hug.
Life is good with a spicy plate of deep-fried bondas. I just can't complain. Grab your plate today and attain zen-like peace.
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