So last night, I'm up late in bed flipping through pictures of hot... juicy... bowls of ramen.
Like holy shiitake.
I don't know about you but I would watch porn of ramen. Like... pick up those noodles. Yes go in with the spoon. Grab that ham with the chopsticks.
So, I don't have ramen, but what I did have were these teriyaki noodles leftover from college:
Which definitely isn't the same but it's a similar flavor profile? I remember back in the day when there used to be bits of questionable freeze-dried meat. The fact that they took it out is worrying.
I literally used to live off of these back in the day (March 2020). And oh my goodness, I could not finish it. There was literally so much oil that I felt sick. It was wild - I was just eating these, and now my stomach can't even handle college meals? Are you kidding me?
I don't know if any other Class of 2020 grads feel this way but it really feels like we never graduated. When we graduated, I feel like we lost school but we also lost our whole community. All of our clubs that we connected with are now continuing without us. And we can't move on to jobs or connecting with our community because we literally can't go outside. I still feel the need to keep up with college news and stay connected as much as I can. But I guess since I can't eat Chow Mein noodles anymore, my college days are officially over.
I still want ramen.
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