Ippudo's Frozen Ramen

Saturday lunch really calls for noodles, doesn't it?

I agree.
I accept no objections.
Just kidding, I accept them.

I like fried rice, too,I like curry, too, and anything is fine.

One day, I found frozen Ippudo ramen at the supermarket that you can make in the microwave.

Just microwave the noodles, boil some water, dissolve the soup base, and put it in a bowl.
It's E-A-S-Y (bang♡)

Saturday lunch. I take the Ippudo frozen ramen I bought out of the freezer.

First, I check the bag. There were two ways to make it listed on the back: heating the noodles in the microwave or cooking them in a pot. I chose the pot method without hesitation. My son chose the microwave method. I boiled water in a pot to cook the noodles. My son microwaved his noodles. Then, my son boiled water for his soup.

I heated the noodles in the pot for the instructed time and turned off the heat. I added the soup base to the pot and mixed it in. Once everything was fully combined, I poured the ramen into a bowl. Then, I placed the freshly made Ippudo frozen ramen on the table. My dog, lured by the smell, immediately tried to stick his face onto the table, but I blocked him with my right elbow.

It's dangerous.

He is aiming a gaze as sharp as a sniper's at my lunch.
I tucked my hair, which isn't even that long, behind my ear in a 'cool woman' sort of way. I don't know if that action managed to distract the sniper. With my right hand, which had just brushed my hair, I quickly grabbed my chopsticks and slowly submerged the tips into the cloudy soup.

When I lifted the noodles with my chopsticks, slightly translucent, egg-colored noodles appeared. As I slurped the noodles without reservation, the rich tonkotsu soup coated them and spread through my mouth, while the spiciness of the red miso stimulated my tongue.

Oh, delicious.

I slurped up the noodles and finished them in no time.
I almost said 'kaedama' (extra noodle refill) before realizing I was at home. There's no mistaking it, this is definitely my house. There are no staff members busily draining noodles in the kitchen. The drink poured into the glass isn't a well-chilled rooibos tea, either. The bowl is something I bought at a 100-yen shop that won't break even if dropped, and I don't even remember when I bought it. It's been over 10 years and it's still going strong for 100 yen; I've definitely gotten my money's worth.

I poked around the bottom of the cloudy soup with my chopsticks, wondering if there were any noodles left, but there were none. I felt that the frozen ramen noodles were, as expected, a bit different from the ones at the restaurant. I felt they were slightly softer. That said, I felt the soup was definitely authentic Ippudo.

However, it's such a shame that I can't get an extra serving of noodles when there's still so much soup left! Thinking that, I drank all the soup. I felt a tinge of sadness seeing that there was no writing at the bottom of the bowl. Feeling that eating ramen at a restaurant is a kind of leisure activity, I quietly placed my chopsticks on the table.

By the time I finished my ramen, the sniper dog had given up on trying to get his paws on the noodles and was lying on the sofa, looking sulky. I felt proud of myself for protecting my ramen from the sniper dog. It was a bit pricey for frozen ramen, but I think it was a very satisfying bowl of ramen.

My son also said it was delicious, so it seems clear that it's tasty regardless of whether you use the microwave or a pot. It was a satisfying meal, but it seemed like it wasn't enough for my son, so he ate the leftover pork bowl from the previous day afterward.

Next time I eat this, I want to have an extra serving of noodles ready.