Around this household. I have a ramen eating machine living under my roof. He’s been in lifelong training – redirect, redirect, redirect! – but the positive reinforcement – “How about a nice piece of fruit, honey?” – has not imprinted. Yet. I hope to someday pass the baton to his wife.
In the meantime, there are many years of cooking and eating to travel. I choose to lose the battle of ramen and win the war of love. Does he know the ramen is homemade? Maybe. Will that imbed? You betcha.