ravenlunatic wrote:I am unsure whether I should be proud or ashamed of the fact that I have not consumed more than 3 pot noodles in my life, the last one being, I think, some time prior to the release of Dreamtime! (those 2 events are unconnected). Intrigued and eager to discover whether or not this object of such gastronomic desire, has improved in the last 2 decades, I went in search this afternoon. I was disapointed to find that my local shop contained not a single one, but was instead well stocked with fruit, vegetables, a variety of fresh and frozen meats and a number of other such healthy comestibles. I selected instead, a pork and pickle lattice topped pork pie which I can heartily recomend, though my curiosity regarding that afor mentioned de-hydrated feast remains. I shall look further afield and report my findings.
I have been succesfull in my quest for a purveyor of that much discussed (or is that disgust?) "meal in a moment". Said establishment was found to have devoted an entire shelf to the product, thus leaving me in something of a quandry as to which one to choose. At one end, the humble chicken and mushroom-would this prove too bland and leave me with little desire for further experiment? At the far end, hot spicey chilie- pherhaps too extreme for a mere amateur such as myself? Would I run the risk of sensory overload on my first attempt? Opting for a compromise I made my selection and hurried home with chinese sweet and sour.
The basic concept of the snack suits me very well, that is to say I am a firm believer that no meal should take longer to prepare than to consume. Being as I am, unfamiliar with the secret world of the kitchen (it is to me a hostile zone that seperates the hall from the back door) I am also in favour of creating as little washing up as possible and pot noodles are to to this end, wholly agreable, though the situation could be improved yet further by the use of disposable plastic cutlery.
I must concede that initial impressions of the contents are not appealing, resembling as they do the entrails of some recently deceased woodland mammal. However, determined not to be put off I carried on, and have to say found the experience not entirely disagreable, and strangely comforting. If one likens a full sunday roast to a long term relationship, that is to say, familiar, stable and fulfilling, but ultimatley lacking in exitement. Then a pot noodle is surely a quick shag in a shop doorway with the tasty one who's been giving you the eye all evening,: instant gratification and excitement but with the whole thing slightly tainted with a feeling of guilt. I am unsure whether I shall seek solice in this plastic pot again, and I suspect the pork pie will remain my gastronomic preference.
I have however found that the empty container makes a very good receptacle in which to wash paint brushes, which is what I should be doing instead of typing this rubbish!
