Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind cooking for a crowd, but I’d sure have appreciated if a certain family of winged little guys had asked my permission before they went and gnawed at my half-open package of soba noodles. Common courtesy, really.
Bugs in my noodles? Just when I’m craving sesame soba noodles with spring onions? Not the prettiest sight. Yuck and triple yuck.
Thankfully, the other packages in that pasta/grains kitchen cabinet were more carefully closed and were left unharmed. Or maybe my little uninvited guests were from Japan? One has to wonder : had they been Italian or Peruvian, would they have reached for the Arborio rice and quinoa?