Last night as I paced up and down the grocery aisle trying to find one item, I realized it had likely been a good eight years since I had purchased said item.
Ramen noodles are the staple of college students. I don't remember ever being so broke that it was the only thing I could afford, but I ate them from time to time. I don't know when, but sometime after marching to "Pomp and Circumstance," I decided that since I had my diploma, I would not buy ramen again. And I haven't.
But back in June I texted my aunt for the recipe for her chicken salad. When she forgot to email it to me, I called her one evening in July. As she walked the aisles of her own grocery store, she gave me step-by-step instructions complete with the do this and don't do that tips that she has learned over the years of making her staple dish. Now that August was coming to a close, I figured I'd better whip up that salad.
And that's what lead me to call my sister in the middle of the grocery store because I couldn't find the ramen noodles. Thanks to my aunt's detailed instructions, the salad tasted just like I remember it. And thanks to my sister, I now know where to find the noodles for next time.