Those (juicy) dumplings feeds us all. From rags to riches. From Prachanda to Rajesh Hamal. From migrants to ex-pats. And apparently we are always looking for reasons to eat it. I mean c'mon each of you must have hosted mo:mo parties or been to one, couple of times. And all of us have once said "aja mo:mo khane khalko din cha." I simply deduce that we're looking for reasons to eat mo:mo almost all the time. And mo:mo helps us to socialize, all those jokes and hilarities that we share among friends while preparing those juicy dumplings are worth much more than the price we pay to go to this fancy restaurant in down-town to munch some fast foods. Or go to those dingy alleys of Basantapur and Patan, they sell some decently tasteful mo:mo with golveda ko aachar!!
And don't we all let go of our inhibitions when we eat mo:mo. Its like we let our inner child out. I often stuff mo:mo desperately only to realize it is too hot. Now I can neither masticate, swallow nor spit out. Don't LOL, I know you've done that too. And don't we all love fried mo:mo, oh'well if its home made simply call it baasi mo:mo. Its utterly yummy!!
I declare momo unites us all;)
Do you have your own mo:mo stories?