trying to satisfy feeling nibbly at this time of night, despite the fact that i'm living in a house that's notoriously useless when it comes to finding snackies that don't involve cooking anything from scratch (oh what i wouldn't give for some passionfruit mango yoghurt from prague with a bit of granola on top right now), i found a giant thai version of ramen noodles.
it came with pork, still moist, in a silver baggie.
for some reason i still deemed the whole thing worthy of eating.
the "pork" doesn't taste very good. neither does the rest of it.
what masochistic part of the mind convinces that, even though you're not much of a junk food junkie these days, maybe those noodles will taste good...?