I grew up with rice noodle. It can be any meal throughout a day, or/and any snack in between. It's the one I want for a quick fix or treat, whenever getting sick, or missing hometown. It's the one reminds me all ups and downs in life (and after all these years, mostly just all goodies), traditions, and, just everything that be a part of me. It's my comfort food.
Never can find fresh rice noodle here 9,000 miles away from my hometown. To cook dry noodle alike fresh one is very time consuming, compare to regular noodle and pasta. Of cause I cannot prepare it as often as I wished. I doubt many times my boys will consider hamburger or pizza or dumpling or fried rice as their comfort food, till not long ago, they mentioned that what they truly enjoy is the "fat white kind of noodle". I smiled. The love story continued, as a family culture.
我是粉虫。自很小开始爸妈就笑我的食之原则：凡早餐宵夜都要拿碗的（吃米粉，不要包子饭团油条）；凡鱼就吃没有鳞的（甲鱼鳝鱼鳗鱼田鸡......）
那挑食的享受溺爱的幼年的我，已是在回忆中。但少时的习性是很难更改的。端碗的和没有鳞的其实一直是我的内心最依托的食物。在他们面前我几乎没有抵御的冲动 ----- 这是美好回忆和生活的一部分啊。
