This is where I write stuff I care about. Hopefully, you’ll care about some of it, too. The name buttered noodles comes from a “snack” I used to make for myself on the reg–my friend and I called it a “golden ticket”–one box of pasta and one stick of butter. Disgusting yet divine. Much like the content on this blog. Oh, and I’m Tara Ebrahimi. TAR-a, not Terra. Just a friendly FYI.