This is not a Momo Recipe. If you are looking for a recipe of Nepali Momos, please see my Nepali Momos Recipe here.
Today we find Momos almost everywhere in India. They are gaining popularity and acceptance like Dosas and Idlys. Even in South India, preferences are changing and Momos are getting their fair share in the menus of restaurants. The story was different then; some 17 years back, I had no idea about Momos. I was walking through the narrow mud roads of Kathmandu to get the feel of local culture and cuisines.
A rain during the month of February is uncommon in Kathmandu, but that day clouds broke and it showered on the valleys of Kathmandu. Like many on the street, I too ran for a shelter and what I found was a small restaurant. I sneaked in and grabbed a cozy seat which was shorter than the usual chairs but taller than Turkanas of Kenya. I kept my backpack on the table and looked out through the broken window to enjoy the unexpected down pour.
After about 5 minutes, a girl (a very beautiful girl) in a red satin gown with golden works, appeared from the dark rooms behind. Her hair was combed nicely and held tight with a brown head gear. She smiled and I responded to her equally well. She said something in Nepali language and placed a menu on the table. I went through the items printed on it, but found nothing familiar. At last I decided to go with something which I could easily pronounce and it lead to my first ever Momo experience.
Kathmandu turned extremely cold after the shower and the steamed Chicken Momos were good to keep me warm. The girl brought Momos on a ceramic plate, of course steamy. She kept the plate with Momos on my table. The plate contained 10 pieces of Momos arranged in a circle and a pale orange sauce in a chutney cup in the middle. I used the rusty steel forks that she supplied to pick one of those Momos and dipped in the sauce. I did not waste any time to place the steaming dumpling into my impatient mouth. It was hot, extremely hot to burn my tongue. My reflex was quick that the dumpling fell back on the plate and the girl giggled at me from the darker corner of the restaurant.
I was a bit ashamed but didn’t stop trying. My next attempt was to slice the dumpling and enjoy it by letting the steam escape. I was successful; the piece of Momo melted in my mouth and the minced chicken with spices and herbs conquered my taste buds. As I continued munching those Momos, the Nepali Momos were gaining another fan in me. The rain reduced to drizzling and then vanished but left the streets filled with muddy puddles. Before leaving the restaurant I did not forget to thank the girl. Though I wanted to take the recipe from her, I realized my inefficacy in Nepali language and aborted the idea. However, I grabbed it later from a Nepali friend and you can read about it here.
Well, you may also love to read my journey to Nepal and my early days in Nepal.
Author: E Jey
Just a passionate traveler who loves scribbling his expeditions @ www.jauntmonkey.com, www.outonroads.com, and www.blogthatall.com