Wednesday January 28, 2009
When discussing the latest trip to Costco, I asked Jen to pick me up some ramen noodles.
I’ve avoided them for a long time, not ever out of distaste but always out of the knowledge that frankly they aren’t that good for me. And for a while I was working at a job and had the disposable income available to me to go to a really good (now closed, unfortunately) viet-thai restaurant and get all the soupy noodles I could take (which was quite a lot).
It’s been several years since I was regularly getting a pho lunch and several months since I last managed to sneak one into our budget and I’ve been keeping an eye out for cheap noodle soups to try. I realized recently that of course none of the instant soups is going to actually taste fantastic, and of course none of them are going to be even a little bit nutritious so if I’m going to dabble in salty soupy starchy noodle fun it might as well be the sort of salty soupy starchy noodle fun that I have an existing connection and memory of.
So just now, a couple of minutes ago, I filled a cup of Mr. Noodle (which is probably about as terrible a brand of ramen that exists, but I don’t know better and in this instance I prefer to maintain my ignorant bliss) with hot water and now I am waiting the requisite three minutes.
It has been several years since my last bowl of ramen, but it will be a while before it drops out of regular rotation again.
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