As he sat
slurping down the
remnants of a nostalgic bowl of chicken-flavored
Ramen noodle soup, he couldn't help but think of his family. Seventy five miles away they were dining on a Swedish feast of his favorites. Spicy potato sausage, Swedish meatballs,
lutefisk and potatoes, Swedish tea rings and creamy
ostkaka for dessert washed down with egg coffee. Everyone was full and happy, listening to Swedish folk songs, singing the night away. He decided to go to bed...damn that
Ramen.
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