>fucking hungry as hell
Are you ready for this, /b/?
Ramen from bathroom floor kitchen
Getting shit together
>turn it up to 400
Thank god. Shit would take forever
1qt was a rounder number
Also, no bubbles. Were going to be here a while
I prefer Kamel Reds, but I wanted to try something menthol
OP, this is EXTREMELY bad and damaging to the surface of your griddle. As an experienced griddle enthusiast, I STRONGLY advise you rethink the action you are taking. For the sake of humanity, are absolutely no stovetop burners available?!?!?!
I'm bored. Also, in the only room where no one is sleeping. A messy ass bathroom
OP, seriously, I BEG YOU. Don't go through with this. Pull the plug immediately. I don't care if it's a basic 20 inch Rival griddle from Walmart. NO griddle deserves to be treated like that. Griddles are built to cook food directly with their perfectly crafted cooking surfaces, NOT to heat pots or pans.
It was like $10 from Walmart last year
Also, we have a light now
>perfectly crafted cooking surface
I'm just trying to make Ramen. No crazy shenanigans
at least tell me you plan to crack an egg in it or something? plain raman is just dull
>doesn't light cigarettes
Griddle man, what's a good griddle that will light cigs?
I accept the fact I'm not getting through to you, OP. I wish you the best, but no griddle, regardless how cheap it was, deserves to be put through such a demeaning task. Imagine if you trained for years to become a Navy SEAL and upon completion you were assigned a desk job where your primary task was making coffee for lesser qualified men. Because that is exactly what you have done to this poor, poor griddle.
I'll leave you alone now, but at least give me props for predicting that you bought it at Walmart in the post exactly before the one where you said you got it there.
No griddle gets hot enough to light a cigarette man. OP is high as fuck everyone.
A griddles only job is to provide heat to things that are not hot. This is the perfect appliance for heating water.
You fucking bastard. How dare you. I hope you have a brain aneurism and pass out, slamming your face onto that 400 degree griddle, burning and melting your skin, scarring you for life, so every time someone builds up the courage to ask you how you came to have such a disgusting, disfigured, waxy looking Freddy Kruger face your only response is:
"I disrespected the griddle"...and then break into tears.
I felt the heart attack bro
Your passion for griddles has really touched me right to the bone. I'll make sure to sleep with a $10 griddle and hire body guards feed it nothing but bottled water.
I do this for you anon.
Fuck the ramen. Boil the water, go to your roomate and stick his hand in it. Hopefully he will piss himself and have some pretty nice burns on him that will get him out of the room fast enough for you to get his wallet and go out to get something to eat.
People sometimes ask me what my first memory is. Invariably I lie, because I’m prone to avoid the explanation that comes with the truth. Maybe, from now on, if someone casually asks me “What is your first memory?” I will reach into my bag where there will be copies of this story and I will just hand one over. As they read it, their face will morph from confusion, into the furrowed brow of concern, and finally into the drop-jawed bewilderment that accompanies real fear.
In passing, I tell people that my first memory was of me standing on a stool in front of my kitchen window. It was just after dusk in winter and from where I stood, I could make out the black limbs of the skeletal beech tree that loomed from across the driveway. While that is indeed a real memory, it’s not the first one. If you want to hear about that, here it is:
Both of you Anons are the reason I get up every morning and cook a fucking delicious breakfast on my well seasoned and properly maintained griddle every goddamned morning. If it weren't for soldiers and truth seekers like yourselves I would have blown my brains out years ago. There is truly hope left in the world, and I don't give a FUCK who believes me or not, my my passion for griddles and YOUR recognition and support of my passion is exactly what keeps humanity alive every day. I fucking love you guys.
Yes. Tried to open another beer and now my finger says LV
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I don’t remember the heatwave that had swept Middleton that summer, the pink droplets of melted ice cream on the simmering pavement, or old men reclined in overstuffed chairs in shady living rooms. These precious details were told to me through family members and friends of my parents. They all, to this day say that it was the hottest summer they have ever lived through.
To make the weather even more unbearable, there were weekly brownouts that year due to some oversights at the electric plant in Salem. As a result, homes and businesses would go for hours at a time without air conditioning. Popsicles were promptly sold out in every business after noon; magazines and newspapers weren’t read that summer; they were bought to be used as makeshift fans. It seemed that the only place where air-conditioning still remained during these outages was the car.
I’ve been told by relatives that it was not uncommon during that summer to find neighbors lounging back in their parked cars with the windows up, drinking a beer and listening to the radio. At times it was the only escape from the unbearable humidity and heat.
That’s why, when mothers would go shopping, it became impossible to pull their children from their cars. After all, the kids knew that the inside of whatever clothing or grocery store their mother had taken them to was probably as hot if not hotter than the parking lot. The coolest and best place to be was in the car, with the windows rolled up and that gentle whispering wind seeping through the vents.
With this setting in mind you can understand how “Mr. Teeth,” as he was later called by newspapers, had his pick of the litter, so to speak. He knew that in any given lot outside of a busy grocery or department store, there would be at least two or three cars where the children had been left inside.
>How many times can you microwave a bowl of ramen before it starts to begin questioning its existance
I have no idea, but this has had me laugh to fucking tears like a fucking retard for the past 5 minutes. Nose it running and I think I woke some family up.
its was the biggest cringe ive ever felt, honestly made me feel sick. i went for some recipe ideas and lost my appetite.
Some anon mentioned putting eggs in the ramen and I thought it was a good idea
anyway, Na Zdorovie, what the hell are you drinking now b/tards?
I did for one of them
Eggs are weaker than I thought
Nobody in this thread has displayed an equal level of knowledge and passion for griddles in this thread, yet you have largely ignored me. I've only received recognition from two anons who haven't posted since. I will NOT give up on this griddle, no matter what effort it takes. Stop this madness OP, and bring balance back into your life.
Because cooking is loud and there's someone sleeping on the couch right next to the kitchen
nigga i hope those eggs were room temp when you put them in
first the shitty water must to be boiling, with a lot of bubbles, if the water is boiling it takes almost from 12-15 mins, but your waters seems just like warm not boiling, and the cracked egg egg I think it's because it's old and because it had air into it
we are all going to sit here watching a drunk man cook raman and learn about eggs
by the way b/tards as we are having a good conversation here, I found a "latine" in my city, do you think she is worth?
Fucking stupid piece of shit goddammit i bet you smoke weed too you fucking filthy subhuman piece of shit cooking goddamn nigger ramen off a shitty skillet griddle thing peice of shit in a filthy ass bathroom what looks like niggers have been living in it since 1993 drinking shitty IPA like niggers while having a bunch of random people you don't know get drugged up and pass out in your trap house full of niggers
niggers all of you
I actually like her, why don't you?
by the way OP don't you think it is time for go buy a tuna can? you said you were hungry, how the hell can you wait so much? you can't even boil an egg...
only if you put some salt on here
dude hasn't even started on the raman yet. shits about to get real
I really just want to eat ramen, guys. This egg idea was dumb.
Trying egg #2 now
are you two retarded, read the fucking thread
>this whole fucking thread
75 minutes after the OP and we haven't even boiled the eggs yet
Unplug the griddle after you get the water hot, pour that hot water on the newly opened plug then plug back in your griddle.
Trust man, it'll get so hot youll be swimmin in ramen and girls
It looks like a fucking candy corn
I tried cracking it upon on the edge of the pot and pulling it apart like in the cooking shows but it fell apart. Seriously, fuck eggs
Seriously, take out the fucking eggs, take out the water, fucking clean the salt out, refill with water, wait til boil, slap that fucking ramen in the boiling fucking water, but dont touch the fucking boiling water, wait 3 minutes, then pour the fucking cancer powder in the fucking pot
>I hereby pronounce this egg, of the great brotherhood, a part of OP's ramen. Please, put your left hand on the bible, and your right hand on your heart, and repeat after me:
>I am an egg
>I swear to add not flavor, but a treat to this ramen
>I recognize my roll in the plan the great, almighty TOP RAMEN has lain down for me.
>I accept this roll, and will defend its place against all wrongdoers whom wish to maltreat the flavor of this dish.
>I am an egg
>I am part of the ramen
>My purpose is to feed the creator
>And in serving my roll, I become part of him, and enter his kingdom
> cracking it upon on the edge of the pot and pulling it apart like in the cooking shows
seriously dude my face
>mfw i just stay awake for one hour to see this
It's best if you get the seasoning packet nice and hot before hand. Activates the flavor crystals. Throw that bitch in the water, unopened of course.
must be if you're asking for dick pics.
Take a pic of under the griddle OP. There should be a rectangular heating element around the middle. There's more heat on the right side of the griddle than the left or the middle. Move the pot to the right side of the griddle and it should start to get hotter.
Lidfags, I hope your happy
Noodles were too hard. Trying to buil fucking water now
This is taking too long.
>Open flavor packet
>Pour flavor packet in
>Drop ramen in
>Take out egg
>Crack egg and empty insides into water
>Add a handful of salt
>Add hot sauce
>Make new thread in an hour
Unopened is definitely the way to go first. Let it sit in the water so most of the powder evaporates inside the packet (the water slowly seeps through the packet and causes that to happen) and then take the packet out, open it and pour in the remaining powder that didn't evaporate.
>tfw flavor crystals aren't activated
A true /b/ro
OP you forgot to add more salt
Sweet mother fuckery and all that is unholy.
Why in the name of the fucking god would someone do that?
Louder than love you cranky faggot. We're cooking serious shit, doing major work here. We're griddling noodle water, hardening eggs, activating flavor crystals... bonding like men. Be less omega you big nig
You know the drill.
>Shit in hand
>Smear all over body
>Charge out door with knife in one hand and cock in the other
You know the drill.
>Shit in hand
>Smear all over body
>Charge out door with gun in one hand and cock in the other
OP make a new thread, I've wasted this much of my life I wanna see this shit through.