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Bowie, Maryland, United States
My ramen is my comfort. It is my late-night ally.
I must season it wisely, for flavor and for frugality.
Without me, my ramen is plain.
Without my ramen, I am hungry.
I must boil my ramen hotter than my doubts,
and dress it better than my worries.
I must out-cook the temptations of expensive takeout,
and I must do so every night.
My ramen and I know that what matters
isn't gourmet prestige or fancy presentation—
it’s the warmth, the slurp, the satisfaction.
We will create harmony in a humble bowl.
We will stretch a dollar farther than anyone thought possible.
I swear this on my stomach and my spoon:
me and my ramen, for as long as hunger calls.
he is a good