fuck off, communing with nature
Another weekend spent on nothing productive, but I'm not going to kick myself in the head for it or anything. Last weekend was plenty productive, what with cleaning out my room, my closet, and my car, throwing out all the paraphernalia I had stored in the trunk, and hacking off all my hair. It's nice to just sit back, relax, and have fun. On Saturday aflightoffancy and I went out for fondue at The Melting Pot and it was divine.
I love fondue. I love everything about fondue. I love how fun it is to dip the bits of food in whatever it is we have in the pot in front of us, I love swirling the fondue fork in the cheese or chocolate, I love cooking my own tiny bits of raw food in the coq au vin. I loved the dark chocolate bananas flambe dessert fondue we got, because the waiter lit the alcohol for the chocolate on fire and poured it in, making the liquid chocolate have a nice, flickering coat of blue flame for a while, and when he tossed a bit of cinnamon in, it erupted in a poof of sparks. Fondue PLUS the inherent allure of food on fire? Brilliant.
Whoever came up with fondue is a goddamn genius.
I love fondue. I love everything about fondue. I love how fun it is to dip the bits of food in whatever it is we have in the pot in front of us, I love swirling the fondue fork in the cheese or chocolate, I love cooking my own tiny bits of raw food in the coq au vin. I loved the dark chocolate bananas flambe dessert fondue we got, because the waiter lit the alcohol for the chocolate on fire and poured it in, making the liquid chocolate have a nice, flickering coat of blue flame for a while, and when he tossed a bit of cinnamon in, it erupted in a poof of sparks. Fondue PLUS the inherent allure of food on fire? Brilliant.
Whoever came up with fondue is a goddamn genius.