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Confessions of a date night fondue junkie.
A few years ago, Bjork offered to make me dinner for a nice date night. Like, let me think for three seconds YES PLEASE, bae.
Please don’t think any less of me right now, but you should know that Bjork does most of the other true work around our house. He is just generally on his A-game with life. All-around. All the time. One of those 5-star people that you adore and couldn’t live without and just if they could just stop making you look so basic for a second, that would be great. That being said, I think I can count on one hand the number of times he has made dinner in the 7 years that we’ve been married. It’s the one thing he doesn’t do.
On this stay-at-home date night, he went out and bought the brand new snazzy fondue pot, looked up a cheese fondue recipe, and started on his fondue adventure all on his own, with me sitting on the other side of the counter, probably sipping a glass of wine, watching with a careful slash critical slash remember-to-try-not-to-be-overbearing eye.
Things started well.
Imagine music, laughter, maybe a candle. Cheese was being shredded, bread was being cut, smashed garlic was being rubbed into the sides the fondue pot (this is a magic genius trick for fondue BTW). It was the start of date night greatness.
But somewhere between the transfer of the fondue to the pot, and the actual reality of both of us having NO IDEA how to safely heat a fondue pot whatsoever, we ended up with a) boiling hot water sloshing all over the table, and b) a hard clump of non-dippable cheese in the pot. Still delicious, naturally. But solid like a wheel of cheese.