Every once in a while when the instant noodles are cooked just right, a sort of instant noodle al dente, each bite takes me back to being eight years old. Sitting at the kitchen table at the summer babysitters house, Peggy was her name I think. Sitting at the table and eating Oodles of Noodles. Watching Voltron; the lions and the cars. I don’t know why, it’s been two dozen years but crinkly instant ramen still takes me back to those lazy summer afternoons. At least when they are cooked just right.