The painfullest April Fools' joke was heavy snow--yes, in April--and the resulting two inches of slush the next morning that threatened to creep into ones ill-advised footwear (i.e. heels, because I refused to admit that I needed to dig my boots back out again).
Well then. Here's what I made last night, using whatever I could find in my fridge as an experiment and very loosely inspired by the concept of chicken cordon bleu. Layered spinach dip, cream cheese, parmesan, pesto, and asparagus wrapped in thinly pounded chicken tenders, secured neatly with a strip of maple bacon, sprinkled with a heap of breadcrumbs and assorted herbs, topped with a pat of butter, and simmering in a pool of white wine in the oven for half an hour.
A good try, I do think.
(Oh lookie there, who's in the window?)
Me in my brand new and ridiculously fantastic apron that is proof that D might actually have more fashion sense than he claims. Now I only wish it were a dress instead of apron because of how adorable it is!