Sometimes the best meals come about spontaneously.
I’ve been meaning to make Pad See-Ew for a few weeks now, ever since my six-month-iversary with my girlfriend on July 4th (since we had also cooked Pad See-Ew together back on one of our very first dates). The only problem was that most of Santa Barbara’s little Asian markets were closed for the 4th of July, so we couldn’t get the right kind of rice noodles. We even went on something of a wild goose chase trying to track down a good-enough kind of noodle: a guy at Whole Foods (which was open on the 4th!), told me over the phone that they had something close… nope.