Sunday, February 05, 2006
A Guilty Pleasure (No, Not Asian Girls)
My daughter tells me I'm the only older (like over 35) person she knows who still eats ramen noodles. Yes, it's true. I regularly boil that brick of starch for three minutes and then flavor the whole thing with that tiny foil packet of god knows what's in that chemical dust. Even the steam off the little girl's bowl is a question mark, what's that tell you? And why the mouse ears and the wink? Are there rodents in that stuff?
But I digress.
Ramen noodles are the culinary mainstay of the wholly broke, but when I was young and poor, these noodles didn't exist in America, at least not where I lived. I existed on pasta and parmesan cheese, chicken livers and onions.
Then there was ramen, and it was so cheap I could make a decent soup with ramen, hot sauce, spinach and onions. Not bad. In fact, compared to what I was eating before (I've been so broke that I once hitchhiked across the country on little more than the soup I could make from hot water, ketchup and crackers - all free) that ramen noodles were a luxury.
So, in spite of having enough money for a proper lunch these days, I've retained my taste for ramen. What about you? Anything from your salad days that you still enjoy? Blue Ribbon beer? Cheez-Wiz and Ritz? Night Train and Crack?
Talk to me. I promise not to tell.