Surfing the Inner N8

I forgot to share the other day that Carolyn made some totally delicious chicken cordon bleu on pasta for supper.  I have no idea why the word “blue” has to be misspelled whenever you’re talking about food.  Maybe it’s so you can give it a weird French-sounding twist at the end, as in “bloouh,” so it sounds all fancy and stuff.

She was in the kitchen doing something–I didn’t know what–while I was in the living room.  I had no idea what she was doing, so I was very pleasantly surprised when I ventured in there after a while and found this amazing meal just now being set on the table!

Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures of it, due to the combination of my hunger and its wonderful scent.  If it ever has a sequel, I’ll try to remember to snap a shot.