Do you see what happens when I’m so excited by my culinary success that I feel compelled to run upstairs and grab the camera? Do you?

That’s the chicken I cooked yesterday, awaiting insertion to a bed of noodles (mixture of shells and rotini, as yet uncooked in the above picture) and grated cheese (cheddar of various sharpness, plus some other mixed cheeses, not pictured).

I’m such a dork. But I can live with that.

I refuse to take responsbility for any hunger pangs you may be experiencing on account of reading this post.