I haven't had a pot noodle in years. I have nothing against them I just can remember what they taste like and so have no craving for them. Beef and Tomato, chicken and mushroom, curry, they are a sensation better left back in my student memory bank, only to be retrieved one sunny after noon in my autumn years when my short term memory is shot and I think the young nurse changing my nappy is my first girlfriend.
Tonight though, I have had an epiphony. I have seen the noodle light, and it is good. Korea has hundreds of brightly coloured pots to choose from. My local convenience store (if you are in need of noodles, is the most convenient shop imaginable) has an acre of freeze dried surprises. Here are just three that I picked. Tonight I ate the only one with any English on. It said 'HOT TASTE'. I finished it 20 minutes ago and my eyeballs are still sweating.
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