Sometimes I ask my fiancé what he wants for dinner, sometimes I don't. Typically I don't, because his answer is always the same—Dragon Express. (Seriously, he would eat Chinese takeout over homemade cooking any day. I really wonder about him sometimes.) I made an exception last week by asking his culinary opinion, and he threw me a serious curveball. "Chicken Cordon Bleu!" he exclaimed. This was odd, mainly because in our four plus years together I'd never heard him mention nor seen him eat chicken cordon bleu.