Around this household. I have a ramen eating machine living under my roof. He’s been in lifelong training – redirect, redirect, redirect! – but the positive reinforcement – “How about a nice piece of fruit, honey?” – has not imprinted. Yet. I hope to someday pass the baton to his wife.
In the meantime, there are many years of cooking and eating to travel. I choose to lose the battle of ramen and win the war of love. Does he know the ramen is homemade? Maybe. Will that imbed? You betcha.
One ramen grilled cheese coming right up!
The Lunch Encounter 