I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately. Maybe it’s because I’m finally writing consistently and honoring my mother’s legacy. Or maybe it’s that the fifth anniversary of her passing is coming up. Needless to say, she’s been on my mind.
When I was a child, I always asked my mom for Top Ramen for breakfast on cold days I’m not sure why I loved it so much. Maybe it was the warm and comforting feeling it gave me. As an adult, I still love the warmth and comfort. Now I doctor it up with sesame and chili oil, a flavored egg, some crispy shallots, green onions, and a bit of sauteed pork or chicken. But there is still nothing like the Top Ramen my mother made on those cold days.