I don’t know if it has come to your attention by now, but we live in a Thai food desert. I used to get my fix when I would take the Metro-North. In the basement of Grand Central, snuggled between Cafe Spice and Tri Trip was Thai Toon, a Pad Thai haven. But ever since that closed and got replaced by La Chula, I have been at a loss. Yes, I could get Pad Thai downtown and put it in my fridge, but the thing with cravings is, they hit hard and suddenly. One second, you're watching Big Mouth on your couch, and, the next, your pulse has quickened significantly and images of Pad Thai flood your brain. To fill the gaping hole in my heart, I did what I usually do: get creative with ingredients until it satisfies my taste buds.