Sure I could drive across the street to Mc Donald’s and order a number 4 with a coke and be in and out for under $7. Cost to me?! It’s 1350 Calories and over 80% of my daily fat intake. Awesome. Now when I go home and want to cook something in rendered duck fat I’ve completely gone into fat kid territory. Wait, how do I even afford to have duck fat? I don’t go across the street to Mc Donalds. I take my once weekly trip to the halls of Sam Walton hell and trudge through the knuckle dragging masses as the buy commoditized food products. Ramen. That’s right, I’m rockin’ ramen like the wage-garnished, under-paid, child-support paying, high bar-tab, & broke-down car in my friend’s garage having bachelor cook I am.
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Okay, that sounds dramatic, but convenience is especially pertinent at work. Sometimes I’m lucky and we have lunch catered in and sometimes they cater in Golden Corral and other Sysco bag O’ meat serving caterers and I can’t identify what they’re giving out for free and I have to eat something. That’s ramen to. I have a drawer devoted to Ramen and other easy prep noodles and I took over a section of the work fridge for veggies and important staple foods. I can normally concoct something but having the Ramen noodle base is a huge benefit.
