First thing’s first, here’s the completed four hour playlist:
And here’s a shot of tonight’s dinner:
Homemade ramen, bitches!
Don’t worry, someone already made fun of me for eating my noodles with a fork. They were all, “What’s the matter, Brickroad? Don’t know how to use chopsticks?”
And I was all, “Why would I eat my food with a couple of sticks like a schlub? The fork is clearly the superior eating implement.”
Forks are built for shoveling, see.
Anyway, this recipe was about 800% easier than I was expecting it to be. Every recipe we looked up started with a disclaimer that went something like “ramen is an incredibly difficult art form and Japanese grandmasters spend their entire lives training and closely guarding their secrets”. So we were pretty intimidated! But that turned out to all be mystical Asian mumbo-jumbo. I mean, I have no illusions that my first crack could go toe to toe with world class ramen, of course — but it was still pretty damn good.
I think I’ll call it “White Boy Ramen”. It’s okay to eat White Boy Ramen with a fork.