for those of you who have encouraged me to keep blogging this is probably not the post you expected to see but i found myself in an horrific moment (of my own making) and i decided that it would be better shared here than at that blue place which i shall not name.
after many many many years of resistance to the utter ease and total convenience of the cup noodle i, just now, found myself succumbing.
there are usually bagged 2 minute noodles in the house, not for their nutritional value or gastronomic splendour but because the kids and husband quite like them at odd moments.
two minute noodles are not ideal, admittedly but i absolutely drew the line at cup noodles, in those horrendous styrene cups.
and then my daughter wanted to take noodles to school in the cold weather. cup noodles work best there so i bought them. then hubby wanted to take noodles to work. cup noodles were still the best away-from-home option.
my foot was on the slippery slope. my son wanted to eat, the (cup) noodles were in the cupboard, the idea of putting noodles in a bowl and pouring boiling water over was daunting, the idea of pulling the lid off a styrene cup and pouring boiling water over was more enticing. the deal was sealed and the guilt will remain forever.and that little bit of fluff was so much more fun to write than the alternative:
*gasp* to my great shame i just made cup noodles :(