Noodling Around
I found myself, having finished a fourth chapter for a sci-fi book I'm working on (writing, not reading), as well as having finished a bowl of Ramen noodles, I found myself thinking "I should blog." Then wondering if there was any merit in thinking one should blog. Then thinking "I should blog about noodles!"
Noodles, the Ramen kind, are one of my favorite things ever. I learned about them early, as my frugal mother figured that Ramen noodles were something that her kids could make for themselves, and for many years they were a constant in my diet. I didn't have them for about four years, during college, when I ate almost exclusively in the RDH, except in the summers, which I spent at home. By the time I entered Grad School, the Ramen Revelation was at hand: the rest of the student world had realized that Ramen noodles were something they could get for six or eight packets a buck, and terrible and unnatural things started happening. People were claiming they made THE best Ramen noodles, loaded up with cheese, tuna fish, potato chips, shoestring potatoes, rice, onions, tomatoes, and Cap'n Crunch.
I didn't say anything at the time, but I remember feeling a shudder in my soul. That's just wrong.
Not that I'm a purist, by any means. I am pretty bad about adding soy sauce to my noodles, which is to say that I do it every time and I add what is probably, technically, too much. I also have had-- and, I'm sure, will have-- alot of fun dumping things into the broth after cooking the noodles. My favorites so far include scallions, leeks, and shallot. (One or two extra ingredients is, I think, enough.) But once you start adding tuna fish and cheese, well, dammit! On top of which, by the time you do that, you're defeated the thing that made Ramens famous in the student world, which is the cheapness.
This comes to mind after the revelation that the shallot for sale in our area, currently, are the size of walnuts and are being sold at $4.99 each. This, too, is simply not right.
Another revelation that comes to hand is this: the vast difference between tuna and tuna fish. Tuna is the red fleshy stuff you get from a fishmonger, the raw flesh of a large fish. Tuna fish is the gray-white, mealy, salty crap that comes in the Starkist can, the cooked, processed fish bits that come from God knows where and is only good when mixed 3:1 with mayonnaise. (Although, admittedly, many things are good when mixed 3:1 with mayo.) I don't mean to come off here as a foodie snob here, just to note that there's a vast difference between the two.
$4.99, for bulbs the size of my . . . the size of a walnut! Medium sized walnuts, too, not the jumbos. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark . . .
Noodles, the Ramen kind, are one of my favorite things ever. I learned about them early, as my frugal mother figured that Ramen noodles were something that her kids could make for themselves, and for many years they were a constant in my diet. I didn't have them for about four years, during college, when I ate almost exclusively in the RDH, except in the summers, which I spent at home. By the time I entered Grad School, the Ramen Revelation was at hand: the rest of the student world had realized that Ramen noodles were something they could get for six or eight packets a buck, and terrible and unnatural things started happening. People were claiming they made THE best Ramen noodles, loaded up with cheese, tuna fish, potato chips, shoestring potatoes, rice, onions, tomatoes, and Cap'n Crunch.
I didn't say anything at the time, but I remember feeling a shudder in my soul. That's just wrong.
Not that I'm a purist, by any means. I am pretty bad about adding soy sauce to my noodles, which is to say that I do it every time and I add what is probably, technically, too much. I also have had-- and, I'm sure, will have-- alot of fun dumping things into the broth after cooking the noodles. My favorites so far include scallions, leeks, and shallot. (One or two extra ingredients is, I think, enough.) But once you start adding tuna fish and cheese, well, dammit! On top of which, by the time you do that, you're defeated the thing that made Ramens famous in the student world, which is the cheapness.
This comes to mind after the revelation that the shallot for sale in our area, currently, are the size of walnuts and are being sold at $4.99 each. This, too, is simply not right.
Another revelation that comes to hand is this: the vast difference between tuna and tuna fish. Tuna is the red fleshy stuff you get from a fishmonger, the raw flesh of a large fish. Tuna fish is the gray-white, mealy, salty crap that comes in the Starkist can, the cooked, processed fish bits that come from God knows where and is only good when mixed 3:1 with mayonnaise. (Although, admittedly, many things are good when mixed 3:1 with mayo.) I don't mean to come off here as a foodie snob here, just to note that there's a vast difference between the two.
$4.99, for bulbs the size of my . . . the size of a walnut! Medium sized walnuts, too, not the jumbos. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark . . .
posted by Bobo the Wandering Pallbearer at 10:31 AM
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