Eating noodle for birthday is a tradition in my family. In Chinese culture, the long strand of noodle symbolizes longevity. The original noodle used for birthday festivity is misua, white rice noodle, but my family always uses egg noodle. I guess the physical form of long strands got evolved, just like many other things, when the culture was passed down through generations; and I don't thing my Chinese ancestors mind.
Everytime my family calls me on my birthday, they always ask if hubby makes me noodle. I don't believe in its superstitious meaning, but it feels like something is missing to celebrate birthday without noodle. It's like Thanksgiving without turkey or Eid without ketupat. Well, it may not be that significant, but it is a part of the celebration.
For my birthday last weekend, I cooked my own birthday noodle. Hubby took me to a fancy seafood restaurant on my birthday but noodle wasn't on their menu. Even if they had had it, I probably wouldn't have ordered noodle from them. Noodle over crab bisque? Um... I don't think so. Hubby would love to cook noodle for me the next day, but I preferred him to clean the house and wash our cars instead, then help me cooking
Nothing was special with the birthday noodle I made, other than where each component came from. The noodle was brought from L.A. It's the brand of curly egg noodle mom usually bought when I was little. I couldn't find it at any grocery store in my town, so I was happy to find it when we visited hubby's cousin in L.A. The salted fish (ikan asin) was from our friend that just moved to NM. The shrimp was leftover from dinner the night before. The sweet cherry tomatoes was from my office-mate's garden. The last but not least, the other vegetables and eggs were from our CSA farmer.