I’m not very good when left to my own devices. I can cook, sort of and make drinks, wash up, clean and, dare I say it, the odd bit of dusting. The other day, wifey went out, only for a few hours, but it meant I would have to get myself some lunch.
Time For A Mooch
I usually make myself something like cheese on toast, or just plain toast, something simple and it gets me through until we have a good, home-cooked dinner later on. Well, I just didn’t fancy toast and decided to have a mooch through the kitchen cupboards, and see what I could find.
Spoilt For Choice
There was an array of things, Frey Bentos pies, baked beans, chicken soup, hot dogs and a ‘Pot Noodle’ bad boy! Ooooh, I haven’t had a pot noodle since I worked nights which was over 10 years ago. I realise they are only a snack and there’s probably more nutrition in the plastic container than the contents. However, my mind was made and pot noodle it was.
Fork or Spoon?
So, following the instructions, I boiled the kettle and filled the thing up to the mark, exactly as it said. Leave for two minutes, empty the contents of the slimy brown stuff in and leave for another two minutes. All going so well, so far! Then the problems start. How are you supposed to eat this stuff? A fork is no good, so maybe a spoon.
I sat at the table with a fork and spoon together with this brown slushy stuff that looked literally like I had opened a can of worms. I tried the fork first and managed to get a couple of little noodles out and eaten. I’m sure this thing shouldn’t look like a plastic pot filled with brown water!
What A Mess!
Changing to the spoon seemed no better. In fact, a brand new t-shirt my daughter had brought me back from her holiday was suddenly covered in this brown sludge with noodles all over my chin. What a mess! At that point, I picked the plastic tub and its contents and dumped the lot into the kitchen waste bin. I just hope the stains will wash out from the t-shirt.
When wifey got home (I was still starving) she looked at me, there was obviously still a hint of yellow around my chin and the big stain on my shirt. ‘Oh you’ve had a pot noodle have you?’ she asked. I told her of the saga and then she told me that you never fill it with water up to the line, always fill it a little lower, it will make for a much better snack! Now she tells me.
There’s even a recipe for a pot noodle sandwich: