I once thought my husband was falling out of bed, so I grabbed him tenderly, cuddled into him and sweetly said “It’s okay darling, I’ve got you…”
That’s what half-asleep-me thought I was doing, anyway. In reality, I threw my palm onto his face like the Facehugger alien and screamed incoherently into his ear.
I actually roast the pork a short while after making the broth. I use proper ramen noodles (though it helps having the asian wholesaler just down the street for that) Any other changes are pretty much to cater to my tastes, so probably aren’t worth bringing up.
