I Really Need to Channel Emeril. Or Paula Dean. Or Someone.....

So I've got this friend that is just one of the most awesome people I know. She's a single mom of four beautiful and amazing boys, and despite the fact that she is younger than me and her kids are younger than mine....I want to be as wonderful a mother as she is. I want to be just like her when I grow up! She's just that fantastic.

So it was absolutely no surprise that, upon finding myself in something of a dilemma this evening, she was the first person I thought to call.

Me: Hey! Okay... so you're the Queen of All Things Mom, and if anyone can help me here, you can. 
Her:  Ummm.... sure. Why not?
Me:  Okay. It's almost 7pm, I won't be home until about 7:30, and I have to make dinner. I've got chicken in the sink, sitting in cold water, and it's ready to cook. The problem is that all I know how to do with it is bake it. And that takes 35-45 minutes. If I want anyone to get to bed, that's just not gonna work. So... what can I do to cook the stupid chicken faster? 
Her:  Where's your husband?
Me:  Sick. And I don't want his germs. 
Her: Huh. Okay then.... the teenager?
Me: Oh no. We actually want a chance to EAT this chicken. And you can shush. I know I haven't taught him to actually cook with real meat products. And yes, I admit, there is some serious suckage to my parenting skills. Just move on and help me with the stupid chicken! 
Her: Hon, it would help if you could at least tell me what you have in your pantry.

So, being MacGuyver, based on what I tell her is currently in my less than stellar larder, she gives me a recipe that actually sounds easy and yummy. And would only take 25 minutes or so. Bonus!  And so I'll love her forever and ever and ever.

Or maybe just a couple of "evers"..... See, at the end of that conversation, she drops this one on me:

You DO realize that is actually a recipe YOU gave ME a few years ago, right? 

So apparently I actually have it in me to cook on the fly. Who knew?