Like a lot of kids, I ate a lot of them. Quick lunch, late dinner, snack between snacks. They were cheap, fast, and they tasted like home.
As I got older, I ate them less.
Not because I stopped loving them. Because every time I did, I felt bloated and a bit guilty after. The noodles hadn't changed. I had.
But I still wanted them. The ease, the warmth, the five-minute-from-craving-to-bowl. So I decided to find a version that worked for me. One I could reach for when there was nothing prepped and the kitchen was closed in my head.
Something that helped me hit my protein goals. Something that tasted as good as I remembered. Something that didn't leave me feeling worse after eating it.
I couldn't find it. So I'm making it.