KIMCHI RAMEN

                       

I was in the back of the line waiting to devour the worm like noodles.  The taste was on the tip of my tongue. Sahara and I walked outside with our steaming bowl of noodles. I picked up my chopsticks and started awkwardly picking up noodles. Sahara struggled with the chopsticks really badly. So I had an idea. With her mouth wide open I tipped the noodles into her mouth, just as nikita took a photo.

Spicy after taste started forming in my mouth. I loved it. I decided I had to go back for seconds. Sahara got confused with the chopsticks again. So I poured the kimchi ramen in to her mouth. It looked exciting. So I did it. The kimchi ramen went all over my face and shoulder, so it looked like baby spew.

Sahara and I wanted thirds but the deal was dishes and thirds or nothing at all. It’s kind of obvious what we picked. So for the next 5 minutes we were eating noodles. Then washing dirty bowls, we got bored. So we made up a song. It was crazy fun. The pot for a drum and chopsticks for drumsticks. Then Mr. Logan walked in and we all went quiet.

Kimchi ramen was an experience nobody could ever forget. Then the bell rang and I forgot about it and went to demolish my lunch. But after lunch the smell wafted through the hall and I remembered.

By Anna.