There’s a first time for everybody, and for me, it’s writing a cooking post. I’m usually too involved in the consumption of food to bother writing anything remotely like a post of said food. Now, however, I couldn’t resist.
My partner’s mother is Japanese, born and raised in Sasebo, Nagasaki. She recently returned from Japan with a bunch of edible goodies for us, including instant tonkotsu ramen.
Wait, instant tonkotsu ramen?!? (You’ll read why I was excited in a minute).