My grandma's curry puffs

This morning, my grandma stopped by en-route to my aunt's place bearing fresh, home-made curry puffs.
When she says it, it sounds like 'curry pups'.
She is probably the most ingenious and resourceful person I know.
Nothing is unattainable, nothing is wasted.
It hurts her economical soul to have her grandchildren buy deep-fried squid head from old chang kee at slightly over a dollar a stick. When she found out, she promptly bought a whole kilogram of squid from the market and made her own. Hee. She rocks.