So here’s a piece I’ve been thinking about for a while, and my first attempt at more esoteric prose. (Probably my last as well unless this particular culinary/literary muse decides to strike again).
Success is a bowl of noodles
A bowl of noodles you’re eating in China because you worked hard, got incredibly lucky and got a big phat scholarship to study abroad there.
A bowl of noodles that you’re eating for the first time with your Chinese roommate there because he likes you enough to take you to one of his favorite restaurants.
A bowl of noodles over which you’re chatting with him completely in Chinese, a language you never imagined you’d take to as well as you did, because you’ve successfully mastered it to the conversational level.
A bowl of noodles that you successfully ordered on your own, since when you couldn’t remember the name you had to look up the characters on the menu and deduce which dish it was, building your vocabulary in the process.
A large bowl of noodles that you only order after a successful workout to treat yourself (and reload on carbs).
A bowl of noodles you’re eating again in China because you worked very hard again and got even luckier again, and again got a big phat scholarship to come back to China.
A bowl of noodles served in restaurant that even though it changed its sign you were still able to recognize from the wait staff and the 10 plaques on the wall that make up the entirety of the menu.
And for others, success a bowl of noodles that make up a delicious 10-item menu that remains unchanged after three years and attests to the success of the restaurant.
Unrelated, I found out they make “cat wine” which is a catnip infused beverage that lets your cat get “drunk” (or high I guess) with you. I predict there will be at least one day in my life where I drink in my home alone on my own with my future cat. It will be beautiful. Enjoy this pic, loveya!