IndoYOU!

So I've been slacking lately on the whole blog thing. My bad. Change is afoot -- I'm moving on from my current job to be a writer's assistant at an awesome company. Very excited.

ANYWAY

For my first posting after a brief hiatus, I decided to write about something I think about, dream about, and care about a lot. Food. I bring to you, the hungry masses, INDOMIE!!!!

We've all had ramen. Or cup'o'noodles. Or some variation thereof. It's not exactly bad for you, but some college students actually got scurvy for eating nothing but. It taste's okay, if you like shredded cardboard soaked in corn oil. Or if you spent your parent's "care-package" money on six-packs instead of six-grain bread. My point is, if you're tummy is gonna slum it, you may want to slum it with some taste. That's where Indomie comes in.

For those of you who don't know, I grew up mostly in Sri Lanka and Indonesia. In Sri Lanka I discovered egg hoppers. In Indonesia I discovered Indomie.

Indomie is basically just Indonesian ramen: dry noodles, flavoring, picture of questionable-looking food on the packet. But for some reason, Indomie is fantastic. It has more flavor. Better flavor. Do yourself a favor, and don't take my word for it. I'm just a humble believer.

You want real great food? Go to a restaurant. You want real good food for 65 cents? Have some Indomie. Preferably with a fried egg mixed in. Seriously, it's delicious. You want scurvy? Well, you know what to do.