Big ups to my main squeeze/roommate Snaggery, who has taken the art of eating on the cheap and made it his bizznatch.
Cooking in the Goreinberg household has been challenging lately. We’re not sure if it was Yahweh or the German spies camped out upstairs, but our apartment is cursed with the Plagues of Egypt. The latest pox on our house? Carpet-maiming floods.
Anyhoohoo, between our combined dearth of munz and the sad state of our living quarters, I haven’t been able to rock the whole I-know-how-to-cook-because-I-sit-at-home-watching-Barefoot-Contessa-all-day thing. Woe is Muff.
That’s where Snagofuku Noodle Bar comes in. If people who can actually afford fresh produce like to say “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade,” then folks like me and Snags live by the mantra “When life gives you shiz, shiz, and more shiz, make ramen noodles.”
Don’t get me wrong: I love Top Ramen. It costs less than dirt and tastes like MSG-laden deliciousness. But when it constitutes 81.5% percent of your daily food intake, you gotta spice it up now and then.
Por ejemplo: Last night as I’m settling into the lazy boy for my daily half-hour with Alex Trebek, Snag disappears into the kitchen to whip us up some ramen noodles. Mind you, that shiz is supposed to take 3 minutes, and I’m halfway through double Jeopardy when I start thinking that I’m being intentionally starved to death and that I may turn into the next Lorena Bobbit.
Wrongo. Turns out I’m really dating David Chang.
David/Zach forbade me from revealing the exact secret recipe, but the point is that being hood rich means thinking outside the flavor packet. A little sauteed kale, a sunny side-up egg, some yummy seasonings and siracha…. and voila! You’ve got yourself the perfect comfort food to take your mind off of your mildewed hovel.