Thursday, July 27, 2006
May My Foodnetwork-Addicted Chef Boyfriend Never Know this About Me
As any hearty Polish girl would believe, the idea of a diet free of complex carbs completely eludes me. I crave the empty satisfaction only noodles, bread, and potatoes can supply. And when I yearn for a certain food, NO ONE will hear the end of it until I get it. That is just how incredibly immature I can be when it comes to delicate matters of the stomach. Just ask me (or anyone recently in my vicinity) about my need for White Chocoloate Macadamian Nut Cookie Dough that led to insane amounts of disappointing trips to several grocery stores, followed by MAD Googling for the suppliers. Oh where are thou sweet goodness! I have a very patient boyfriend, and I thank God every day he will drive my crazed, salivating butt around when I am in a craving frenzy. If that's not a scary picture, I don't know what is, and he deserves an award.
In a feeble attempt to control eating habits, I have been making a lunch and bringing it to work every day to eat after various work out classes. In a moment of desperation this morning, the fridge staring at me more and more empty and hollow each day, I grabbed a package of Top Ramen from the pantry. The package of instant noodles has probably been there since 1999, the last time I consumed this type of food (that would along with cockroaches, would survive full on nuclear war) filled with preservatives. So I figured, yeah, it'll still be good, I'm sure.
Coming back from a rather successful yoga class (which doesn't mean much considering that I am the least flexible person in the entire world, no seriously) I popped that bag of noodles in the microwave, drained the starchy water (see how much healthier that is?), poured in the oh-so-flavorful Spicy Chile Chicken spice packet, and began to reminisce of my days of a poor college student (and then wonder exactly HOW I came to be in a situation where eating Ramen was acceptable again). The first bite, and I was reminded, like running into an old crush, blushingly why I loved Ramen so. Flavor and starch and the crinkliness of the noodles, oh my! I have not been happier today than I was in the 5 minutes it took to devour one whole package myself.
And now I have successfully lost my right to ever be critical about any meal ever prepared by anyone foreverandeverAmen.
Posted by Marysia at 10:56 AM