My freshman year of college, I lived in luxury. I was lucky enough to be placed in an apartment with air conditioning and a full kitchen. My roommate was wonderful, and we had a great time on Friday nights cooking dinner and watching old Hitchcock movies. Then she graduated. My new roommate was an experienced and consummate slob, and after one semester, I fled for a single dorm room in a building with 300 people and one kitchen 3 floors away.
My diet rapidly disintegrated as I cooked less and ate out more. My all time low, however, was when I started cooking ramen noodles in my bathroom sink. I didn't have a microwave, so I would dump dry noodles in a bowl, add half the required amount of hot water, and half the seasoning packet. I learned to like crunchy noodles.
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i made ramen in my coffeepot once. it worked remarkably well.
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