There are three Japanese volunteers that live in the same town as Jen and I. We had them over for dinner several months ago (tacos al pastor) and received a gift of a smoked pork belly from Japan that was sealed for shelf life. Since receiving that gift, I’ve eyed the pork belly on our shelf, waiting for the day when I’d open it and have the Japanese volunteers over for my best take on ramen. Then our cat climbed up onto the shelf where the pork sat and tore open the package thus initiating a three day spree of smoked pork belly gluttony. Unfortunately we weren’t able to coordinate with the Japanese volunteers to have them over. But I made ramen in their honor anyways. My noodles need work but the pork belly on top hid all errors.