There was a time in my life when I couldn’t wait until ramen noodles were no longer in my pantry, a rite of passage sort of feeling. As if it were one of those predictors on a spreadsheet that indicated that somehow I had arrived into my own, into a life that is better than, other than; that I had parked my behind in that glorious lawn chair and was sipping my mint julep on that green grass on the other side.
Ahh, but what a little grasshopper I was! Things definitely got more complicated as an adult and with adulthood came responsibilities. The simple sack of ramen began to represent the memory of an easier, less complicated life. Now, I keep it in my pantry as a good luck omen and broke some out this week to make an Lo Mein dinner. Enjoy!
Chicken Lo Mein