One of the few things motivating me to continue cooking for myself since the inception of 2010 has been Ramen Golf. Even now, as I wait for the hiss of water against hot metal to alert me that, yes, the water is now boiling over, I am playing Ramen Golf.
Sitting on top of my refrigerator is a 24 pack of Samyang ramen, the first syllable meaning “three” in Korean, and the second syllable, in conjunction with the first, meaning “Tasty MSG stuffed ramen packages.” This definition is probably shared by those non-Korean speaking consumers who buy Samyang ramen. I have touched not a single one of these packages.
Every package I eat adds to my score, and the goal at the end of the semester is to have the lowest score. So far, I’m beating all of you.