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What a beautiful tribute to ramen noodles and the man who invented (created? discovered?) them. They sustained my husband and me through the early years of our marriage, and I still remember them more fondly than I probably should. The world is a strange and interconnected place.


I was in tears by the end of your post. Thanks for the lift!

melissa b.


Great post, Sara. I have been the recipient of what I needed, when I really needed it, more often than I surely deserve. Ramen is seriously another one of those things I NEEDED to find when I had two babies under two and I'm nursing one of them. I'm amazed we survived it, but thank god for friends, family, and cheap filling ramen.

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