Tuesday night at the cottage was not unlike Monday night at the cottage.  I came home from work, and it was raining, delaying my portobello mushroom grilling extravaganza for one more day.  I had no other plans, so the night was dedicated to reading, phone calling, and DVD watching.

Since I’m in Netflix limbo, the only DVD on hand was “The Butterfly Technique.”  No, that is not the Ashton Kutcher movie, or even a nature channel thing.  It’s a video made by the Auburn State University Swim Team about improving the butterfly stroke, which is beautiful if you do it right.  But if you do it wrong, it is akin to a drowning cat mostly going nowhere, which is how I do it.  I watched the whole thing while eating dinner, and forgot all of it by the time I got to the pool in the morning.

After dinner, I called my mom.  I’m so glad that everyone I talk to these days says funny things, because otherwise this will become a blog dedicated to improving stroke technique.  (Elbows up!)

Mom told me that yet another girl from my high school class is now engaged.  I was about to say something dumb like, “I wish I could be married!” but I caught myself and realized it wasn’t true, because I had just throughly enjoyed a bowl of Ramen Noodles, and I’ve concluded that only single people eat Ramen.  It’s like our official meal or something. And while it would be nice to have the constant companionship of a marriage, I would never give up the noodles for a man.

My mom told me that she had never had Ramen Noodles, which seems shocking, but I’m pretty sure I knew that.  But she was curious about the 6-packages-for-a-dollar staple.

“So is is just soup for one?”

“Yeah, there are about a million ways to eat Ramen, so they put them in individual serving packets.  In fact, one of the biggest problems I had with Birmingham was that he broke up his noodles before cooking them.  I don’t think I could live with a person who did that.”

“I also prefer long noodles.  The noodles are long, right?”

“Yes! That’s what makes it great! I like to keep them as intact as possible and then slurp them up and little drops of water get on my computer.  Tonight I made mine with carrots, an egg, and some leftover kale.”

“I have never in my life had leftover kale.  I’m going to have to try this Ramen.  How should I make it?”

“Like I said, you can do it however you want, it’s like eating a Reese’s, there’s a million different ways.”

“Wait, you’re telling me there’s different ways to eat Reese’s?”

“Yeah! (Mom never, ever watches commercials) I like to eat all the ridges off first, and then enjoy the center with equal parts chocolate and peanut butter.  How do you eat yours?”

“I just chew it until it’s gone.”

Mom and I now have a standing date to eat Ramen noodles.  If I get a chance this weekend, it could be the highlight of the holiday.

How do you like your Ramen?  And for you married folk, how do you like your Reese’s?