Love Thy Name Is Ramen.

(I can't take credit for this one....and yes, I did get it from InuYasha fanfiction! xp Hats off to TouchofPixieDust. <3)


As if you weren't able to surmise this from the title, but I love Ramen. Like, a helluva lot. In fact, I just had some for dinner today. Mmmhmmm...Maruchan Chicken Ramen. Not to mention the fact that ramen is perfect for someone as culinary disinclined as myself. Steep the TBHQ-ladened noodles in boiling water for three minutes and voilà! Yummy deliciousness that's sure to harden your arteries and destroy your kidneys. Just what I like. And I will literally eat ramen anytime anyplace. There was about a month long period where I had it for breakfast. Admittedly, I had to stop because of the dehydration headaches....but regardless- I ate it for fucking breakfast I blame it all on my sister. The first time I had ramen, I could only eat half...after I watered it down with about three times as much water as the -ahem- recipe called for. But then my parents decided they didn't feel like cooking dinner anymore, and because my sister is the most skilled in the edible arts in my family, she took on (or rather I forced her too, starvation will do that to a gal) the responsibility of cooking my other sister and I dinner when we got home from school. For a while it was Mac & Cheese or PB&J but then high school hit -oh god!- and something simpler was needed.

Enter Chicken Ramen.

You know, honestly, I don't think it's so much the taste of ramen anymore (hell, was it ever the taste of ramen??) as it is the feelings that surround the ramen. My sisters and I use to just chill out after school and talk about the day while forcing down bite after bite of the salty deliciousness. Nowadays, when one of us had a shit day, the other one boils the water while the other vents, and the evening basically collapses into listening to music from the 50s (that was the only music I knew until the backstreet boys came around...I didn't even know there were genres), dancing around the kitchen and laughing hysterically at one another. Problem solved. Bad day conquered. Go team. And despite the fact that ramen is possibly the WORST food for an emotional eater to be attached to, I refuse to give it up. There is a new Asian place that opened recently in my "home-town" (A^2 baby) and about a week ago I went to check it out. Had my first taste of real ramen. Authentic noodles, fresh veggies and meat, and a non-Dead Sea caliber helping of sodium. Delicious.

Honestly, I like the Instant Noodles better.



BTW, if I ever go to Japan this will be my first pit stop: http://www.raumen.co.jp/home/index.html (Oh, and thank you Google Translate...despite the shotty translation, I can at least understand webpages in other languages.)