Sesame noodles are one of those things I get cravings for pretty frequently. Somehow they always bring to mind my 20-something days in New York City when Chinese food was the go-to for many a young woman like myself, who was always on the go. They also remind me of one of my most frustrating culinary escapades: the search for the perfect batch. I found them once, quite by accident as I was window shopping on Columbus Avenue one summer afternoon. As was normally the case, sometime in my travels I got so hungry, I felt like I had a hole in my stomach. What to fill it with? Because…