I am really not a fan of smoked chicken. Why, I don’t know. I’ve recently learned to love bacon (I used to really hate it…why, I don’t know!) and I have always had an obsession with smoked salmon. So I really can’t tell you why I don’t like it. So I was pretty put-off when my dad came home with some smoked chicken fillets one night. What the hell was I meant to do with them? On that same night, my husband was begging me to make him creamy pasta. You see, my husband is one of those lucky sons of …. who can eat WHATEVER they want, and not…