I'm gonna take you all back in time with me for a moment. Imagine you're a young Kayle (this story could apply to virtually any time of my life for as long as I can remember until I moved out-but we'll specifically talk about the time period prior to me being 16/17, when my parents got divorced). You're sitting at the round wooden kitchen table with your back facing the front window. Your little brother sits across from you. Your mom is to your left and your dad is to your right. Your dad made steak (that tastes strongly of teriyaki) and your mom made corn and butter noodles.
We're currently talking about those butter noodles. They come out of a packet with powder that becomes the sauce. They're garlicky and creamy and you're a big fan.
But then little Kayle grows up and you no longer really eat foods that come from packets.
So you haven't had butter noodles since that one time when you were visiting and your dad made it for you at his house. Oh wait...actually...you made that. He made the steak (or whatever) still though. But anyway that was awhile ago. Then you stumble upon a recipe on
pinterest that claims to be similar, but homemade.
So obviously you make it.
And it's so luscious, so creamy, so full of flavor. A perfect side dish...whether it's with steak and corn, or something else.
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