Those orange bags and their contents have become as infamous in our culture as my peers’ nutritional habits. But let’s take another look at the block: With ten cents and the time it takes to boil two cups of water plus three minutes, you have a big bowl of noodles, a canvas on which to build your gastronomic sculpture. I’ll add my own mix of spices in with that ambiguous, salty yellow powder. Or spinach, celery, cilantro, scallions, chopped onions, corn. Really, people add whatever it takes to make this cheap slop of noodles feel like a full meal. These add-ins are the chromed out spinning rims on my rusted Buick of a banquet.
In fact, “ramen” doesn’t refer specifically to its manifestation as a bagged, tangled hunk. It’s actually a style of Japanese noodle made from wheat, water, salt, and an alkaline powder called kansui which gives the noodles their color and firmness. People serve the noodles in a fish broth seasoned with soy sauce and soy paste called miso and topped with any number of goods: pork, sea weed, scallions, onions, sometimes even corn. Hmm, sounds familiar. It’s not just food for the over-studied masses. Maybe ramen deserves a little more respect than we afford it.