Since the ban of my dear beloved Maggi, my craving for good greasy noodles have really spiked, and the worst place to be hit with such a heavy desire is when you are in holed up in the Boston suburban, with the grown ups away (yes, I consider myself in the kid category), and two beautiful baby girls under my care. My three-year-old niece is a lot like me: noodles are her comfort food too, along with pizza, pasta, cheese, chips, strawberries and chocolate. Our habits are so similar it’s scary!

So, back to noodles and Boston, a limited stocked fridge and my culinary skills are put to test.

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