Junk pig chintan

I've studied ramen a bit recently, enough to know what to get what I want out of it for now. I've been working on getting an unfancy chintan that I could keep in the fridge so I could do whatever lunch wanted, something I could throw in some tinned fish tare or some salmon leftovers, whatever. And then noodles.

Anyway, tonight I got the best chintan. It tastes like fresh gesso on a newly tightened canvas. This is thief toolbox chintan. With this chintan you could jump into a pickup road trip with nothing but cigarettes and sunflower seeds and drive a week through Zion National Park. With this chintan you could risk funding an Everglades amusement park with your excon cousin.This chintan held your hair while you vomited into a Greyhound station toilet in Boise, Easter 1996. This is the chintan of Trust, Trust Chintan.

Anyway, it's pig back, fresh bay, and garlic greens, and just so much love. And so fucking clear. I've got two jars that won't see next week.

It makes me want to start a cooking show because it's bigger than lunch