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THE THING I LOVE THE MOST IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ! ! !
KAKA- RAMEN IS MY LIFE. MY EVERYTHING.
RAMEN IS LIFE. I LOVE RAMEN. SCRUMPTIOUS.
rizzard: yo i heard that the world got a shortage of ramen.
nabee: *buys all the ramens from every store to ever exist*
Ramen intrigues me.
Nothing is cooler in my mind than being a ramen chef, what I’d call a ramen master. It’s the type of thing that has gurus, not professionals.
I want to whip up ramen and wolf it down. It comes with its own set of verbs.
Whip.
Wolf.
Slurp.
Sweat.
Viscosity made for sick days to beat chicken soup. Umami. Umami. Umami. That’s what the fancy shmancy chefs call it. Shmancy must be added because ramen laughs at itself a little – probably as a result of its instant noodle child, the brunt of all jokes about slummy college dorm rooms.
Ramen’s other relative, udon, gives me a feeling in my mouth that’s contagious to my gut. Say it big and grinning now, with vowels deep: U-DON. Like UMAMI. Or my friend’s dog DUKE. It’s the sound of the long u that does it for me. Makes me feel like I’m talking to a bear or a whale.
Ramen is similar, but it makes me feel like I am the bear.
It feels like a breathy breath out, when you exhale from the back of your throat to mimic the sound of a crowd in a stadium. Thousands of people cheering.
I picture chopsticks scooping, stuffing, folding. Fat dissolved and noodles flowing. Ruggedness, companionship, wiliness.
The discipline of a monk and the callousness of a dog. Dogged. But it sounds like BEAR.
I’m going to be a ramen guru.
Ramen intrigues me.
It can be used for many things but basically it’s noodles. It gives you the feeling of friendship. Your first love. The best thing in your life. Ramen are delicious and deserve so much more. More recognization.
The sun was rising and we were eating ramen. The saucy ramen my grandma used to do. I do those now. Sitting with the love of my life. The ramen look like gold in the orange dawning. The taste feels like the first fall of a leaf in autumn. Beautiful in a unique way
Nudes
Ramen = noodles
Noodles = nudes
That girl sent me ramen last night
something a broke collage student eats
The only thing that i can buy is Ramen
A dehydrated block of noodles reheated with water (preferably boiling). Usually comes in different "flavours". When I mean flavour, I mean sachet of salt and sodium with a bit of artificial flavouring like Chicken or Beef or Curry or Pork or whatever artificial flavour you want. Originally invented in Japan in 1958 as a sort of luxury item in Japanese grocery stores as wounds from atomic bomb droppings were healing, it is now the fodder of poverty and poor college eating with American students.
How to make it:
1. Open the bag and put the noodles in a big pan.
2. Pour in water and bring it to a boil, stirring for about three minutes.
3. Dump in the sal- I mean seasoning.
4. Stir it and dump it into a bowl.
5. Grab a fork (OR CHOPSTICKSU IF YOU ARE NIHONGIN!!!!!!!!11)
6. Leave the bowl on the table and find some actual proper fucking food (or consume if you are either on the brink of having your telly repossessed and your electricity turned off from the Electric Company or if you are a Weeaboo)
"Mum, I am tired of eating ramen for dinner!"
"Shut up you little twat. Either you eat ramen or you have to bathe in the river".
"So to begin our first day of Culinary, Patricia, what's your favourite food?"
"OOH I LIKE NIHONGIN FOOD. LIKE CURRY! OR RAMEN! OR SUSHI! OR TOFU! OR KAMABOKO!"
"First of all, curry is from India. Second, get the fuck out of my room and into a flophouse".