I'm fairly certain the microwave heated my Ramen noodles to roughly 4000°C. I thought, "Well, if I want to taste anything anytime in the next year, I should probably wait." I left it aside, and I wrote an email. [You wanted to hyphenate that, didn't you?--ed.] Yes. Anyway, emails take comparatively forever. This particular one was going to take 20 minutes, at least.
And that reminds me, no, I did not add vegetables to my Ramen noodles. I have no idea when this particular abomination started taking off. I'm not opposed to vegetables; I like them. I decidedly do not like them in other things. Being an observant Catholic who keeps the Friday abstinence all year round, my conviction on this point deepens. You can season anything you like; you can put butter on anything you like, but I want to taste whatever it is I happen to be eating. I don't want to go on an adventure. I know the texture and taste of the foods I eat, and I don't like surprises.
Maybe the overarching point is that I don't like surprises. Let me think on that.
When I came back to the Ramen noodles, they were finally fit for human consumption. And so I consumed them. There was a side, after a fashion, but that is not part of all the news that's fit to print. I am sure the scribes and Pharisees of our diet culture would have something to complain about, but I was happy. And I did not suffer any ill consequences from consuming something that had once reached the temperature of 4000°C.
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