I didn't go and look at the recipes.
However, if any of them contain the phrase "two cups", the cook would probably be too exhausted to continue with the prep work.
Ach - my eyes! I only got as far as the picture on the cover, but it's just not right.
Curiosity killed my appetite.
Congratulations on having such a seminal blog. But you may want to change the name to American Indigestion.
Ramen reminds me of law school. And going to listen to speakers the school had because the school would provide lunch.
Mmmm! Lunch. Save mine for tomorrow.
In Re: Gov. Palin and the Turkeys (feathered and otherwise).
My Uncle Cles told me that when he was a boy they would play soccer using an inflated pig's bladder as the ball. Cles (my grandpa's little brother) was born on a farm in Ontario at the end of the Nineteenth Century. That didn't faze me, but I often wondered how they dealt with the irregularity in the ball's shape when playing.
It is shocking to me how many people don't understand that this is how agriculture works. Seventy years ago gardens for food were common in cities, etc. as were chickens.
I agree with Ann Althouse's statement.
P.S.: Spring Break for my grandfather and his brothers did not involve beaches, bikini girls, and umbrella drinks. It invovled shoveling out the barn.
And for that which I never had to partake in I am grateful for the industrial revolution.
There is American, and then there is Japanese. American ramen is to Japanese ramen as canned pasta is to a fine Italian restaurant.