Friday, November 05, 2010
Gratitude Day 5: The Ramen Report
As a girl, you were the first hot food I could make entirely by myself.
As a teenager, you fueled my after school gossip with my BF as we scarfed down three or four packages each.
As a college student, you were the only thing I could afford.
As a newly wed, we would make googley eyes at each other over a steaming bowl.
And you were the only thing we could afford.
As a mother, you're cheap, you're fast, they love you and you fill up their bellies.
When I'm a matured woman, I'll eat you for nostalgia.
As a toothless widow, I'll chomp on you with my gums.
You're delicious in your uncooked crunchiness, and even better with you're salty juice. I love you for breakfast, lunch or dinner, in winter or in summer. I could take you with chicken, veggies or in a stew, but I love you just as plain, perfect, wonderful you.