There's nothing that says "broke college student" more than Ramen Noodles. I actually grew up on these horrible little blocks of cardboard-esque, beef-flavored food substitute. They signified short paychecks (both then and now), sick days (complete with grilled cheese and Sprite), and winter nights. After refusing to eat this food for the longest time, I realize now how much I've missed it. So with each bite, I'm reminded of memories past and prepped on what may come.
(And yes, I took that photo. :D)
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