|Photo taken March 2007|
Like I said, that was ten years ago. Instead of making fondue that week, Mark placed that fondue pot up on top of the China cabinet where it sat unmolested until yesterday. Yesterday Mark pulled that thing down from the China cabinet and made fondue for the first time. When Mark called me in for dinner the fondue pot was sitting in the middle of the table, a small flame burning under it, with some kind of melted cheese bubbling away inside it. Yesterday I learned something. I hate fondue. It sucked. Not only did it not taste very good, I had to work at it. I had to stab at the pieces of meat, bread, fruit, and whatever, then stick them down into the bubbling brew. Most of the time they fell off the little fork and I had to fish them out. But damn, Mark finally got his money's worth out of that weird pot he bought for sixty percent off, ten years ago. One other thing about that fondue Mark made, it gave me some really bad gas.
|Photo taken March 2014|