March 14, 2017. Eight years sober.
I woke up at 5:30 like I do every morning. Made my Vietnamese coffee. Sat on the back porch in the dark with the coffee and the quiet and thought about the man I was eight years ago. He was thirty-four. He was drunk. He was lying on a kitchen floor in a house that smelled like Maker's Mark and failure. His wife had left. His kids were gone. His mother was heartbroken. He was dying, not all at once but in the slow, boring way that alcoholics die — one drink at a time, one night at a time, until the nights blur together and you can't remember the last time you were fully awake.
I don't like that man. But I don't hate him either. He was doing the best he could with what he had, which wasn't much. And somewhere in the wreckage of that man was the man I am now — the one who gets up at 5:30 and makes coffee and sits on a porch and thinks about his kids and his mother and his smoker and his life, which is small and good and worth living.
I went to my Tuesday meeting. The room gave me my eight-year chip. Bill said a few words. I said a few words. I said the thing I say every year, which is: "I didn't do this alone." Because I didn't. Bill did it with me. The room did it with me. Ma did it by never giving up on me. The kids did it by existing, by needing me, by being reason enough to put down the glass.
After the meeting, I drove to Ma's. It was a Tuesday, not a Saturday, but I went anyway. She was watching Vietnamese TV — a drama, something with a lot of crying — and she muted it when I came in and said, "What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing. I just wanted to see you." She looked at me for a long time. She knows what today is. She doesn't say it out loud because the Tran family doesn't discuss addiction the way we don't discuss feelings — by mutual unspoken agreement. But she knows.
She made me sit down. She heated up leftover pho. She put the bowl in front of me and put her hand on my shoulder for one second — just one second — and said, "Eat." That's my mother's entire emotional vocabulary distilled into a single word. Eat. I'm here. You're alive. Eat.
I ate the pho. I drove home. I got into bed and I cried — not sad tears, not happy tears, the kind of tears that don't have a word because they're made of everything you've survived and everything you almost didn't.
Eight years. One day at a time. Starting again tomorrow.
My mom’s bowl of pho that night wasn’t just dinner—it was the whole language she doesn’t have words for, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. I wanted to make something that carried that same feeling: simple, warm, made from what you already have on hand. This chicken stir fry with noodles came out of that—it even calls for leftover pho broth, which felt right, like I was extending that moment a little longer.
Chicken Stir Fry with Noodles
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 30 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken thighs, thinly sliced
- 8 oz rice noodles (flat, medium-width)
- 2 cups leftover pho broth (or low-sodium chicken broth)
- 1 tablespoon neutral oil (avocado or vegetable)
- 1 tablespoon sesame oil
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon fresh ginger, grated
- 3 tablespoons low-sodium soy sauce
- 1 tablespoon fish sauce
- 1 teaspoon hoisin sauce
- 1 teaspoon sugar
- 2 cups bean sprouts
- 1 cup shredded carrots
- 3 green onions, sliced thin
- 1/4 cup fresh basil or Thai basil leaves
- Lime wedges, sliced chili, and hoisin for serving
Instructions
- Soak the noodles. Place rice noodles in a large bowl and cover with boiling water. Let soak 8–10 minutes until just tender but still with a little bite. Drain, rinse with cold water, and set aside.
- Mix the sauce. In a small bowl, whisk together soy sauce, fish sauce, hoisin, and sugar. Set aside.
- Sear the chicken. Heat neutral oil in a large wok or skillet over high heat until shimmering. Add chicken in a single layer and cook undisturbed 2–3 minutes until golden. Flip and cook another 2 minutes. Remove chicken and set aside.
- Build the aromatics. Reduce heat to medium-high. Add sesame oil to the same pan. Add garlic and ginger and stir constantly for 30 seconds until fragrant.
- Add broth and sauce. Pour in the pho broth and the sauce mixture. Stir to combine, scraping up any browned bits from the pan. Let it simmer 2 minutes.
- Bring it together. Return chicken to the pan. Add drained noodles and carrots. Toss everything with tongs over medium-high heat for 2–3 minutes until noodles absorb some of the broth and the whole pan is glossy and cohesive.
- Finish and serve. Remove from heat. Fold in bean sprouts and green onions. Divide into bowls. Top with fresh basil, a squeeze of lime, and extra hoisin or sliced chili to taste.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 420 | Protein: 32g | Fat: 11g | Carbs: 48g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 890mg
About the cook who shared this
Bobby Tran
Week 51 of Bobby’s 30-year story
· Houston, Texas
Bobby Tran was born in a refugee camp in Arkansas to parents who fled Saigon with nothing. He grew up in Houston straddling two worlds — Vietnamese at home, Texan everywhere else — and learned to cook from his mother's pho and a neighbor's BBQ smoker. He's a former shrimper, a recovering alcoholic, a divorced dad of three, and the guy who marinates brisket in fish sauce and lemongrass because he doesn't believe in borders, especially when it comes to flavor.