When craving ramen, that doesn’t mean that making your own ramen fancy will do the trick. I tried my hardest but was not happy. Much like all my failed relationships.
Snowed in (not really) with Bentley, Chip, Eileen, a bag of doritos, spaghetti, and movies galore.
Apparently this is supposed to be the EPIC snowstorm of 2015, but it doesn’t feel that way.
They make you randomly Google search what kind of Combo flavors are in the world and help you discover Sweet and Salty Vanilla Frosting Pretzel flavor.
And then they help you discover exactly where you can find that flavor within 5 miles of your neighborhood.
I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to go to work. I don’t want to deal with bullshit. I don’t want walk in the snow. I don’t want to do anythingggg.
Jk… Polar, yes because it is brick as shit but Express, no. Waited 20 minutes for the local train only to catch another train home. This is what 2AM looked like for me.
Extra sour sinigang boiling away with baby potatoes, plantains, onions, and tomatoes. Waiting til it’s almost done to add the rest: string beans, eggplant, cabbage, and bok choy.
I swear there’s meat in there, beef with bone marrow (my favorite!).