Fried noodle à la Chech.
My descendants, who inherit my brothers' talent in the kitchen, would split their sides by merely glancing at the photo of the fried noodle. They might change their family name so it could never be traced to me, The Braggadocio, who was exceedingly proud of her fried noodle from scratch that she blogged about it. Twice.
Hey, Chech can cook.