Maggi noodles are the best. It all started in boarding school at Sanawar when we hated eating the dreaded school food. Since we weren’t allowed any electric heaters in the dorms, we used to pour a little water (sometimes hot, but mostly cold) straight from the tap into the packet, mix it up a bit and eat it with great relish. I swear, it tasted better than the food at the Central Dining Hall.
I find I am addicted to Maggi noodles, again. It started during the days of the flood in July, when we were running out of fresh food and now I find myself forgoing fresh food in favor of the little yellow packet of Maggi noodles. And yes, the new green, healthy wheat version is not as much fun.