I have an intense love of ramen that dates back to when I was in middle school. I was sleeping over at my best friend’s house and for lunch her mom made us grilled cheese and chicken flavored instant ramen, or as they referred to it, ray-man noodles. I later learned that ray-man is not widely accepted as canonical pronunciation of ramen noodles, but I digress. I had a period of about two or three years after that where I would always force my mom to keep maruchan in the house because I was that about it. I was obsessed to the point of complete burnout.