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How to Make Sushi Rice -- Wait, wrong night. Here's Pri's Pancit (and Why I Finally Trusted the Heat)

Caleb's first school project: a poster about his family. He drew four people — me (a potato with hair), Ryan (a larger potato with a hat labeled 'MREN'), Hazel (a tiny potato), and a dog we don't have (named Rex, because everything is a dinosaur). Mrs. Rodriguez displayed it in the hallway. I saw it at pickup and felt my heart do the thing it does when your child shows the world his family and it's exactly right, even the imaginary dog. 'We don't have a dog,' I told Mrs. Rodriguez. 'He said Rex is his future dog.' Military kids dream in futures. A dog in the future. A house in the future. A place to stay in the future. Everything is 'when' not 'now.' 'When we have a house, can I get Rex, Mama?' 'When we have a house, we'll talk about Rex.' 'Talk means yes in Mama language.' It does not. But he's not wrong that it MIGHT. Hazel is walking with purpose now — actual walking, with the swinging arms of someone who has places to be. She walks to the kitchen. She walks to Caleb. She walks to the pantry and points at crackers. Destination-oriented walking. Pri and I started a recipe-swap tradition: every Friday, we exchange one recipe. This week she gave me her grandmother's pancit, and I gave her Mom's pot roast. Made pancit tonight. Pri's recipe, my execution. She said I need to 'trust the heat,' which is the most Filipino and most universal cooking advice I've ever received. Trust the heat. In cooking and in life.

Pri’s grandmother’s pancit felt like exactly the right thing to make on a night when my heart was already full — Caleb’s potato-family poster, Hazel’s purposeful little walk to the pantry, the whole ordinary-extraordinary weight of it. Pri told me to trust the heat, and I held onto that while I stood at the stove, turning it up when I wanted to back off, letting the noodles catch just a little. She was right. About the pancit, and probably about everything else.

Pri’s Pancit (Classic Filipino Noodles)

Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 8 oz pancit bihon (thin rice noodles)
  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 1 medium onion, thinly sliced
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 cups chicken breast, cooked and shredded
  • 1 cup cabbage, thinly shredded
  • 1 cup carrots, julienned
  • 1 cup green beans, cut into 1-inch pieces
  • 3 tablespoons soy sauce
  • 1 tablespoon oyster sauce
  • 2 cups chicken broth
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 3 green onions, sliced (for garnish)
  • Lemon or calamansi wedges (for serving)

Instructions

  1. Soak the noodles. Place the rice noodles in a large bowl and cover with warm water. Soak for 10 minutes until pliable but not fully soft. Drain and set aside.
  2. Build your base. Heat oil in a large wok or wide skillet over medium-high heat. Add onion and cook for 2–3 minutes until softened and fragrant. Add garlic and cook 30 seconds more.
  3. Add the protein. Stir in the shredded chicken and toss to combine with the aromatics, letting it get a little color, about 2 minutes.
  4. Trust the heat. Add the carrots, green beans, and cabbage. Raise the heat to high and stir-fry for 3–4 minutes, keeping things moving. Don’t turn it down — you want the vegetables to soften with a little char at the edges.
  5. Add sauces and broth. Pour in the soy sauce, oyster sauce, and chicken broth. Stir to combine and bring to a simmer.
  6. Add the noodles. Add the drained noodles to the pan and toss everything together with tongs. Cook for 3–5 minutes, stirring frequently, until noodles have absorbed most of the liquid and are tender but not mushy. Season with black pepper.
  7. Finish and serve. Transfer to a large platter. Top with sliced green onions and serve with lemon or calamansi wedges for squeezing over the top.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 22g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 38g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 720mg

Rachel Abernathy
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 391 of Rachel’s 30-year story · San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.

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