The ramen got me again

I went to a new supermarket the other day and I noticed a kind of ramen that I had never seen before. I got excited because the picture made it look delicious. I couldn't tell what the flavor was supposed to be, so the mystery of the flavoring kept my mind occupied for the two days they sat uncooked in my cupboard. I finally made the noodles and they smelled great. I put them them into my ramen bowl and got out my metal eating sticks and I dug in. I was reminded of my sophmore year in high school when my biology class dissected baby pigs. The taste was like the smell of the pigs. It was gross. Now that I see the picture above I think the grossness really shows through in the snot-colored broth and the chunks of green stuff.

Oh, and anyone who thinks eating with chopsticks is easy should try these metal ones. They're difficult to use. I only see the wooden ones we use in the States when the Korean restuaranteurs think a foreigner can't handle the metal ones. After three months of using these I am pretty sure I can Mr. Miagi flying insects. I have earned lots of respect with my chopstick ability, too. Koreans are so rough with their food that they have to use spoons to eat delicate jello-type foods. I finesse my chops and I am able to use my sticks to eat foods Koreans can't. But it's a lot of work doing as I do, so I'm thinking about switching to the Korean way.