I was thinking about home cooked ramen (homemade sounds like the noodles are actually pounded out) and remembered my brother and what he said about his roommates acting like crack fiends after he'd made them some Top Ramen topped with boiled egg, cold cuts, and onions. My brother mastered these ancient noodoru techniques because my mom would hover near the kitchen like a spirit and then fly in to fix us bowls of fancy ramen whenever we wandered famished around her kitchen. This made me think about Asian moms and how a self-respecting one would never do the following:
Send her kid to school with a peanut butter jelly sandwich. I know you folks of caucasian persuasion will argue with me about the deliciousness of this misguided concoction but hear me out.
The PBJ is a nice snack but let's be honest, your mama was sending you to school with a lunch that was bread (sugar), peanut butter (sugar), and jelly (sugar). Not only does this cultivate taste buds that can't enjoy subtle and savory flavors but it also results in diabetes, diabetes, diabetes. Extra maddening were the PBJ-eating fucktards who would make fun of my (homemade by my mother- here homemade is 100% appropriate) bento boxed lunch. "Seaweed? Yuck." Nutritiously delicious green leafy vegetable of the sea, you short life expectancy having mofo. "Eew, fish with head and tail?" Real protein, you processed meat eating douchebag.
Ok, let me calm down and go fix myself a snack... perhaps a PBJ sandwich. Sike! (Man, been years since I pulled that one out of the ol' lexicon). Long live balls of rice wrapped in dried laver.
Ok, let me calm down and go fix myself a snack... perhaps a PBJ sandwich. Sike! (Man, been years since I pulled that one out of the ol' lexicon). Long live balls of rice wrapped in dried laver.