I love fondue.
I wish I had the patience to make my own fondue.
I’m glad that they make places like The Melting Pot where someone makes it for you.
I got to go to The Melting Pot when I was visiting my parents. Just my Mom and I. No children.
My kids had been driving me up the wall so I got one of these:
No, really I got it because the description sounded tasty. I can’t even remember what it was called. All I knew was that it was in a martini glass. And that it was sweet. I always feel like such a grown up when I’m sipping from a martini glass. I flash back to episodes of Sex and the City too.
We had cheese fondue, and it was spectacular. I still can’t believe Tom doesn’t like fondue.
Then came some salads, and I was a little confused as to what the strings on top of mine were:
Mom thought they were shredded beets or something. Beets frighten me so I didn’t eat much of the strings.
I don’t think I could handle rich people food. Rich people food usually contains weird stuff like beet strings.
The meat course came after that and then came my favorite part:
The chocolate fondue!
Oh gosh, if I ever couldn’t afford all the courses I’d be happy with the chocolate fondue.
I mean, look!
This is the yin and yang chocolate, the one Mom and I usually get. It’s made of white and dark chocolate and yes, you can say, “This is healthy. It has dark chocolate in it. The dark chocolate has such good qualities that it makes the white chocolate have no calories.”
I’m not sure when I’ll get back to The Melting Pot.
But until then, I’ll just think about all the wonderful fondue.
And the weird strings that were on my salad.