Ramen is one of the few foods we don't even make the Kid try bites of anymore. He's given it an honest go several times, but there's some spice or smell in our local noodle joint's brew that turns him off, hardcore.
He'll have to come to terms with that someday if he goes to college. For now, though, his aversion just means that I get a little less ramen in my daily life, which makes me sad because it's one of my favorites.
But, the Kid is off visiting Grandmas this week so--last night when we were scrounging about for dinner options--Sweet Husband texted, "Ramen?"
Even though he was many miles away, I could see his suggestively raised eyebrow in that question mark. "We're down to one kid," that punctuation screamed, "Let's be crazy!"
Oh, hell yes!
We split a no-frills bowl of noodles, so that we could get edamame and gyoza on the side. Thick broth. Pork belly. Piles of slippery noodles. Mmmmm.
Isn't it funny, the things you get excited about being able to do with wild abandon when your kids are away?