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When philosophy finds itself pooled at the bottom of a styrofoam cup

No, not a Jesse Somfay track title. Rather, a moving (and tasty) remembrance of the inventor of ramen noodles, filled with koan-like nuggets such as these:

The silver seasoning packet does not always tear open evenly, and bits of sodium essence can be trapped in the foil hollows, leaving you always to wonder whether the broth, rich and salty as it is, is as rich and salty as it could have been.


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