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Not too long ago, I made a comment on here about being married to a chef, but still making ramen noodles on occasion because "Damn, Ramen Noodles Are Good" and also because they were "it" during so many times in undergrad and med school/etc. This is despite the urging of my wife to "ask me to make you something better if you're hungry!"
I persist in this practice, because its comfortable and familiar, and because the whole ritual is ... damn good.
Another poster in the same thread volunteered that he/she grew up on simple foods (beans/rice, squirrel, etc) and while they could now afford "better" foods, that they wouldn't give up these foods, because they were "home". I may not be capturing the tenor of the exchange perfectly, but it is presently three in the morning, this is my first "day-off" after a string of three nightshifts, and despite my best efforts at turning the clock around... here I am, posting nonsense like this on SDN while on my fifth Coors Light. The night-to-day turnarounds get harder as you approach 40, kids. They do. Yeah, I hear you. I said the same thing... "not me!; I love the nighttimes and I can be up-and-at-em for the gym at 10 AM!" Pffffft. Eff you, medical student.
When I was a senior resident, I posted something on here about how I couldn't wait for my first attending paycheck, because I was going to buy myself - "Like, three hockey jerseys, maaan." That was somehow important to me at the time, in terms of magnitude. Present me is still unclear at to what past me was thinking when he posted that. Some other poster simply said: "Its the little things". They might have been mocking me. They might have been agreeing with me. I dun care. Either way, it was a good post. If you're that poster - touche'.
Its the little things.
If anybody else wants to share the "little things" that make them happy... please, this is the thread.
- and for the record, I was so proud to bring home my grouse, dove, and chukar kills as a late teen/early twenty-something, because "Dad taught me how to", and the dinners that he and my ma'a could cook with that meat were just phenomenal. That's "home food" to me.
I persist in this practice, because its comfortable and familiar, and because the whole ritual is ... damn good.
Another poster in the same thread volunteered that he/she grew up on simple foods (beans/rice, squirrel, etc) and while they could now afford "better" foods, that they wouldn't give up these foods, because they were "home". I may not be capturing the tenor of the exchange perfectly, but it is presently three in the morning, this is my first "day-off" after a string of three nightshifts, and despite my best efforts at turning the clock around... here I am, posting nonsense like this on SDN while on my fifth Coors Light. The night-to-day turnarounds get harder as you approach 40, kids. They do. Yeah, I hear you. I said the same thing... "not me!; I love the nighttimes and I can be up-and-at-em for the gym at 10 AM!" Pffffft. Eff you, medical student.
When I was a senior resident, I posted something on here about how I couldn't wait for my first attending paycheck, because I was going to buy myself - "Like, three hockey jerseys, maaan." That was somehow important to me at the time, in terms of magnitude. Present me is still unclear at to what past me was thinking when he posted that. Some other poster simply said: "Its the little things". They might have been mocking me. They might have been agreeing with me. I dun care. Either way, it was a good post. If you're that poster - touche'.
Its the little things.
If anybody else wants to share the "little things" that make them happy... please, this is the thread.
- and for the record, I was so proud to bring home my grouse, dove, and chukar kills as a late teen/early twenty-something, because "Dad taught me how to", and the dinners that he and my ma'a could cook with that meat were just phenomenal. That's "home food" to me.
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