You cannot travel an arm’s length in Delhi without bumping into momo stalls. From paneer momo, chicken momo, and veg momo, to tandoori momo and Kurkure momo — the dumpling and its varieties are as omnipotent as the city’s potholes.As someone born and brought up on milk and curd in Haryana, I should have been programmed to be as obsessed with these momo variations as the next person, however, the Nepali in me could never. But, more importantly, the Nepali in my mom would be appalled if I were. I am not alone. For most Nepali people — whether they grew…