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Noodle Dependency

Daily Prompt: Food for the Soul (and the Stomach): Tell us about your favorite meal, either to eat or to prepare. Does it just taste great, or does it have other associations?

IMG_0086Favorite foods come and go, but saimin has been with me from the beginning. When I was a kid, all I wanted to eat was saimin. It was the first food I learned how to make. In fact, Hamura’s was a little less than 10 miles away from my childhood home, so it was inevitable that saimin would become my comfort food.

A melamine bowl filled with noodles and a hot yummy broth takes me back to that simpler time, so when one isn’t up to my liking because the dashi is too salty or the noodles are overcooked, I’m understandably disappointed. Saimin reminds me of my childhood, when everyone who meant the world to me was alive and well and lived within a 5-mile radius.

Saimin is not meant to taste the same at every restaurant, but it needs to be well done and as perfect as its meant to be in order to trigger those memories of comfort and familiarity. Anything less than its full potential doesn’t cut it. In fact, I am becoming less and less forgiving of less than stellar saimin. Why bother if it won’t be done well?

I have saimin to thank for also developing a love for Korean ramyun, Vietnamese pho, and yes, Japanese ramen. Specific times in my life are marked by those dishes because I’m the kind of person that goes on a single food rampage, meaning I will eat it non-stop until I need to retire it. It’s been like that with every food, except for saimin.

I’m beginning to think it was my first true love.

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