MAGGI NOOooooDLES. if you’ve never had the privilege of experiencing this (or similar) bowl of maggi goodness, then you have never known truly what soft noodles and artificial flavours have to offer.

stay tuned for my post: an ode to mag, a seventeen stanza-ed (tony danza-ed) epic poem. (not really, mostly because my rhyming game is set at zero. but the noodles are still awes.)

EDIT: A THOUSAND APOLOGIES. the only excuse i have for the regrettable error (‘tis MAGGI not MAGGIE, sorry) is that a steaming bowl of it was staring right at me during the tumble post creation. it’s a dire miracle that i formed complete sentences and didn’t just present a series of glutteral grunts and moans under the photo.