No matter who you are, we all have comfort foods from our childhoods. The food that your mom or dad made you when you were sick. It might have been Mrs. Grass soup (I always loved watching the “egg” dissolve), or bread and butter, or plain old chicken noodle soup. Mine was “oodles of noodles.”
There is actually a brand name called Oodles of Noodles, but I can’t remember ever actually buying/having that. We always got Marchaun brand. But my mom always called it oodles of noodles, so that’s what they were and still are. I didn’t even know until college that it was even called ramen (I guess I didn’t look at the package very carefully!).
Whenever my stomach was upset, there would be a pot of oodles of noodles cooking on the stove, ready for mom to serve me. Long, yummy noodles to slurp like spaghetti and delicious broth all swirled together to form a delicious respite to my aching stomach.
I’m on day 4 of ceaseless nausea (among some other sporadic things). It seems to be getting better, but very slowly. I turn on the stove to heat up the familiar meal. It tastes like childhood and makes me smile.
Until I’m done and then that pesky nausea creeps back in.