A Plate of Momo: , Please

Momo: our regular go to fast food, the answer to our hunger, our favorite meal to make and eat together for family gatherings, or rather little bundles of joy, as I would like to think. Momo are popular across the world, just in different forms and in names like: dumplings, gyoza, empanadas and what not. Whichever form they may be, the truth prevails that they are a delicious comfort food.

I only recently learnt that Momo are popular by the same name in India, probably due to the Darjeeling momos. I also got to know that Momo had been listed as an Indian delicacy on Google and Wikipedia much to my dismay. However, this has been changed, now. But these are not the only things I have learnt of recently, when it comes to momo. I also came to learn before moving here that in India, momo are enjoyed with mayonnaise and ketchup. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to see it for myself.

To start with, you will mostly find vegetable momo here and in the case that you do find non vegetarian momo:, it will most likely be chicken They are absent of the ginger garlic taste in momo that we are so used to in Nepal. They miss the “twakka” taste of the achar that you dip your momo in. Momo here are a different kind and delicious in their own fusion ways. You will find new varieties like Makhani momos or Schezuan momos or Lemon momos and many other kinds. You can indulge in a bowl of Wontons which are delicious. Plenty of Chinese fusions and Nepalese fusions do sell momos here but they miss the local taste that we have been brought up in. You will miss the buff momo: juiciness and the adamant local achaar. But you will seek adventure in the fusions and the taste in Momos here in India.

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