Today just slipped away. I suspect black holes.
One second, it was Saturday morning, full of potential, and the next second, we were wandering around Walmart because “What do you wanna do?” “I don’t know- what do you wanna do?”
We got home a little later than our usual dinnertime, which automatically nominated Husband to cook. He’s our ramen guy.
It was a little hard to wait.
They just had to be in the kitchen. “Is it time to eat yet?” “How about now?”
Husband got to work and whipped up Neoguri: a spicy ramen with a bright red color meant to frighten away the weak.
It’s Husband’s and our daughter’s absolute favorite dinner.
Bonus: unlike a lot of the other foods Husband craves, this one didn’t come from the Asian market. You can buy Neoguri at most Walmarts now.
Husband started by boiling chicken broth with some water. Then, since spicy ramen is our “throw it all in” recipe, he looked through the fridge to see what we had lying around- a couple of mushrooms, some green onions, and a handful of spinach. If we’re in the mood, this is also when he would add a can of tuna, but tonight was not a tuna night.
He added the spice and veggie packets from the ramen. After letting everything boil together for a minute, he cracked a couple of eggs into the roiling water. Another minute, then he added the noodles.
Husband doesn’t believe in the timer dictating ramen. He watches the time, but won’t stop cooking until it tastes right.
The finished product.
Isn’t the egg pretty?
There was a surprising addition at the table; waffles. My son is too picky for spicy ramen. He was super happy with some frozen waffles instead.
There’s one in every family.
When we first got married, I thought Husband’s ramen was SO spicy. I could hardly eat any before I had to guzzle milk.
Now, I kind of wish we had some kimchi to go with it- and Husband has started cooking an extra package, since I can finish mine without his help.
Marriage changes a person(‘s taste buds).