I couldn't have survived the military without Ramen. I freaking LIVED on those things. A Ramen cooker costs like $12, and you eat right out of that. (Can't have any form of hot plate in a barracks)
Cheap enough for starving GI's that have blown their paycheck on booze and whores.
The Army screwed my pay up and I received just over $100 a month for 8 months. No shit. If I hadn't lived in the barracks and deployed almost constantly, I would have been homeless. 8 months of almost nothing but Ramen (I didn't have a meal card to eat in the chow hall in garrison).
Then a year in Korea eating ramen so hot it'll remove paint. The kind that really takes a toll on your ass later.
So you'd think I would never touch another ramen. I still eat them almost everyday for lunch. It's like it's own food group.
Glad to see I'm not alone in my addictions.
Ramen and Mt. Dew. The two most basic staples of my life.
--Good ramen story. I took 4 cases of them to Somalia. No way to heat water for it, so I'd just put the ramen and water on the truck roof and let the 130 degree heat cook it. Had to put netting over it to keep the flies off, and of course anything left out for more than 30 seconds had a fine layer of dust on it- but it sure beat yet another MRE!