/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>>10563185
Yes it has, on four separate occasions.

Sit down, other /ck/ and I'll tell you some stories.

The first time food made me cry was on Valentine's Day, quite a few years ago. I was single and I was practicing my cooking. I made Yakibuta ramen.

I made enough for two people. I realized I had done a pretty good job.

And then I ate one share of it... and the other the next morning. Nobody cared about how well I had done. Nobody cared that I had picked up an extremely long, complex, borderline ritualistic recipe that included spending many hours of my own labor and fetching ingredients from specialty stores that had no practical application other than to slice them up and stick them in some ramen.

Nobody even cared that the picture wasn't very good.

This ramen was the first time I truly felt alone in my life.