Coconut Chicken Noodle Somethingorother

Reuben planned to make fried chicken and brussel sprouts for dinner and I was all, "Whatever, fine with me." And then he knocked on my door and asked me how to make fried chicken. Lovely. And then there was no fried chicken for dinner. The end.

Not really, I had to step in because the chicken was about to be ruined. Not that I am any sort of chicken genie because chicken breasts are a pain to cook right, but I knew I could probably redeem some sort of meal from the ill-fated chicken.

So I turned to my trusty new favorite website, Epicurious, to look for some chicken recipes because they have never done me wrong in the 2 months I've been using the site. There's been grilled chicken breasts in spiced yogurt, bistro fries, baked flounder with tomato-caper sauce, penne with turkey sausage, spinach, and nutmeg, and so on and so forth, all delicious.

Alas, all of their recipes for chicken breasts did not suit, especially with the limited ingredients we had. I was all alone in my quest for a decent chicken dinner, so I improvised. There was some sauteing of the chicken, some sauteing of onions and bell pepper, some coconut milk, green onion, ginger, coconut flakes, and soy sauce. All poured over some rice noodles. Or cellophane noodles. Or rice sticks. Or what-have-you. And, GOOD GRAVY, it was good. It was just one of those rare (very rare) times when I don't burn one of my concoctions or add too much of an ingredient or season it wrong. I actually jumped up and down in excitement after tasting it. This is not a typical response to my cooking. This is a never response. I always find something wrong with my food and can't truly enjoy it, but not with this.

And this dish doesn't even have a name. How sad. I'll probably remember it as That Dinner That Came Out Good. Not to be confused with those other dinners of my own creation that came out right, because there haven't really been any.