Sometime last year, I had a Ferrero Rocher. I used to love them, but of course can't eat them now due to the crunchy part. I looked at it & thought about how much I LOVED them, & thought, fuck it, I'm going to eat it. & while it was good, it wasn't nearly as good as I remembered, not even close really.
New Years Day I stayed at my friend Jess'. She suggested that getting ramen from this place near her would be the PERFECT way to start the new year, though of course she said she knew it wasn't for me. Because I still had antibiotics from my last visit to my doctor for my skin & my skin was looking great (definitely helped by vacation & not cheating diet-wise in Cambodia, where I suspected it'd be much harder to find food to eat than here but that wasn't the case at all), I said no, fuck it, let's do it, I'd eat ramen!
It's been well over a year, maybe 2, since I've had wheat noodles. Jess just LOVES this place, but I was taken aback a bit because it was sweet. Even the the hardboiled egg that had been cooked in the broth was. I of course don't know if it's really authentic & the Japanese like it a little sweet, or if Koreans sweeten EVERY FOOD that isn't Korean. Either way, the soup was good, but the transformative experience I expected since I'd not had anything like this in years once again just couldn't approach meeting my expectation. Maybe it's a combo of having loved this type of thing so remembering that, & that it's forbidden now due to my diet. Likely of course also that the Koreans couldn't resist sweetening it because they're animals, but in any event, I had a few small stomach issues for several days after, nothing major, but even before that I thought, taste-wise, texture-wise, overall enjoyment-wise, nothing (except chocolate chip cookies I had at a holiday party when Keri was here) just cannot & do not live up to the idea/memory of them in my head. Will definitely make sticking to my diet a lot less difficult.
