5/5 Jayme R. 1 year ago on Google
Oh
boy,
was
my
taste
buds
at
gunpoint
as
soon
as
I
received
my
Dandan
noodle
soup.
My
typical
student
diet
consists
of
Sunday
night
pasta,
mac
and
cheese
on
Wednesdays,
buttered
toast
every
morning
accompanied
by
refreshing
Dilma
premium
tea;
the
slightest
hint
of
pepper
in
a
bland
dish
would
have
me
shell-shocked
and
at
war
with
the
toilet.
The
soup
spoon?
Not
entirely
sure
the
exact
name
but
let
me
just
say
it
sat
perfectly
above
the
steaming
bowl
of
Dandan
noodles,
the
aroma
wafting
up
teasing
my
senses.
As
I
dipped
the
spoon
into
the
bowl,
the
soup
swirled
around
it,
the
steam
rising
in
a
gentle
wisp,
my
mouth
was
watering
in
anticipation.
I
closed
my
eyes
and
inhaled
deeply,
savouring
the
rich
and
complex
flavours
that
danced
on
the
floor
of
my
tongue.
It
was
a
delicious
blend
of
noodles
balanced
with
a
beautiful
sauce.
I
let
out
a
contented
sigh
as
I
savoured
the
taste,
my
taste
buds
tingling
with
pleasure.
The
second
spoonful
was
even
better
than
the
first,
the
flavours
intensifying
with
each
bite.
Throughout
the
soup,
I
could
taste
an
abundance
of
sweetness,
spice,
and
herbs
that
gave
it
a
deep
flavour.
Due
to
my
intense
concentration
in
devouring
this
generous
portion
of
quite
possibly
the
best
meal
I
have
ever
encountered,
my
entire
mouth
was
numb
and
I
was
only
half
way
done.
As
I
finished
the
last
spoonful,
I
felt
a
sense
of
satisfaction
wash
over
me.
It
was
comforting
and
nourishing,
and
left
me
feeling
warm
and
content.
And
I
knew
that
no
matter
how
many
bowls
of
soup
I
would
eat
in
the
future,
that
one
spoonful
would
always
be
the
most
delicious
one
in
my
memory.
It
was
a
once-in-a-lifetime
experience
I
will
never
forget
10/10
