I’m crazy about noodles. All kinds. I like ’em homemade and I like ’em Ramen. As long as they’re noodley, I love ’em.
I never had Ramen in college. Never heard of it back then. But I’ve made up for it since.
Luckily, Charlie is also crazy about noodles. He’s the one who introduced me to Ramen. In fact, the first time I went to a writing seminar after we were married, I called home and one of the kids said, “I wish you would come home,” and I was all, “Awwww, you miss me,” and she was all, “No, Dad got a deal on Ramen and that’s all we’ve had to eat since you left.”
Another lucky thing is that Charlie likes broth and I like substance, so I get most of the noodles and he gets most of the broth.
We’re different in that I like my noodles long and he likes his short. So, when he makes noodles, he breaks them up. I don’t. He’s like, “Why don’t you break them up?” and I’m like, “Because it’s easy to cut yours up after they’re cooked, but it would take a real long time to tie mine together if I broke ’em up first.”
My Delicious Noodles
So I made some the other day (long) and took a notion for an egg. So I poached an egg while the Ramen was cooking. Then I pulled out the noodles and put them in a super little bowl and put the poached egg on top. Salt, pepper, and butter. OH, that was good!
The only thing I did wrong was eat it with a fork instead of with chopsticks. But I was SO HUNGRY and it smelled SO GOOD, it’s a wonder I didn’t dig into it with my bare hands.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Two people like the same thing in different ways. How do they deal with it?