Make In Take Out

So I have this Edith Piaf Pandora station on, and I can cook to it but man it gets under my skin when I actually listen. I assume this means I’m quite regrettably uncultured.

...There we go. Florence always knows what I want to hear, even if she does get a little whiny.

Here’s what I made for dinner tonight!:

It looks like a pile, but it tastes like angels.

 

I amended Jessica’s Crunchy Honey Chicken recipe with mushrooms and leeks instead of peppers, plus a little cayenne thrown into the chicken seasoning (because I seem to be incapable of concocting a dish without it), but the rest remains the same and...I don’t ever want to stop eating it. 

 

Yes. That is my sports bra. I have only so much photo editing patience.

Here’s a story that should illustrate why I cooked this meal in the first place but really is just a happy accident: The boyfriend always complains about ordering Chinese because they load the takeout with worthless vegetables as if thumbing their noses at all the strapping men out there who need their daily animal. This dinner is the perfect replacement for that, except way healthier and you get to feel awesome because you did it all with your own tentacles. 

Just like Ursula

 

Except. It took a serious hour to put all the parts together (I doubled the recipe for leftovers as well), and while it was simple, this is not something I would make on a normal weekday. Wait to have friends over, or your in-laws, or your boss. They will be impressed.

Ok the remnants I’ve been ignoring in order to write this are ice cold and I’m still eating them. Also there is rice in my hair. 

Monday was made possible by Laurent Miquel Pere et Fils