I love my momos steamed, while Pedro prefers his kothey—lightly fried.
How do you like your momos?
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2 comments:
If momos are gyoza, which I suspect, I am with Pedro. If momos are perogies, well.. I'm still with Pedro. :) But I would not refuse them any way! Happy Spring to you too..
Momos are like gyoza, and truly delicious either way— but I must admit I like the stickiness of the steamed version :)
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