Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
Of course he can .... He's a teenager FFS!You can't possibly live on them!
Of course he can .... He's a teenager FFS!You can't possibly live on them!
I sent my son to Uni with all my recipes but really I know he'll be living off bacon flavour super noodles and cereal.Of course he can .... He's a teenager FFS!
And what if you are somewhere without a hob, all you have is access to a kettle?In the time it takes to "prepare" a Pot Noodle you could slice and boil up garlic, stock powder, mushroom, onion and cabbage with some egg noodles and you'd have something far more pleasant to eat. It would also be much cheaper. Add an egg and it's a complete, well-balanced, satisfying meal.
And what if you are somewhere without a hob, all you have is access to a kettle?
They are what they are, good, quick, easy snacks for certain situations.
Basic recipe: couscous and bouillon powder (Marigold make some good versions). Add your choice of:And what if you are somewhere without a hob, all you have is access to a kettle?
Anyway, like on every food thread on CC, I'm waiting for @theclaud to come along and tell me off for eating crap. And that I should be making my own artisanal noodles
I once gifted a box of 72 chicken and mushroom flavour Pot Noodles to my pal Dr Evil (he likes free stuff). Our company was based at a university, and they'd filled our storage space up with leftover shite from Freshers' Week. I was on a bike, so I asked a colleague with a motor to drop the box off. I got a text from Dr Evil saying 'Brilliant - thanks. No food worries for a month.' 'Don't eat only Pot Noodles,' I replied. I saw him at about 7pm the same day - he was already down to 68 and hadn't had 'dinner' yet.
Yes, and someone's uncle smoked 40 a day and lived till he was 80 ...
Excuse me, but I said almost exactly that on p.1, and I got horrible personal abuse for it.
You can't 'gift' someone Pot NoodlesI once gifted a box of 72 chicken and mushroom flavour Pot Noodles to my pal Dr Evil (he likes free stuff). Our company was based at a university, and they'd filled our storage space up with leftover shite from Freshers' Week. I was on a bike, so I asked a colleague with a motor to drop the box off. I got a text from Dr Evil saying 'Brilliant - thanks. No food worries for a month.' 'Don't eat only Pot Noodles,' I replied. I saw him at about 7pm the same day - he was already down to 68 and hadn't had 'dinner' yet.