Oh the things we put ourselves through for the sake of romance.
I had this crazy idea that a fondue set would make for a great evening at home for two.
Problem #1. The burner. I made it clear at the store that flammable liquids and Rob don't mix. Ahh, but there's a flammable gel. Just peel off the lid, drop it in the fondue burner and ignite. That'd be a fine plan if the gel didn't goo down the side of its container when opened, and if the burner would freaking open, Open, OPEN!!! ...Twist, turn, pull... nothing. Maybe it could sense the potential for doom... Doom... DOOOOOOM!!! Having given up on the fondue set, we made ours in a pot on the stove.
Problem #2. The fondue. The recipe tasted so much like ass I could spot its thong looming above the rear of its ultra-low-rise jeans from across the room.
Needless to say, the fondue contraption is going to be returned, and my neighbors can sleep the sound sleep of those who's condos aren't about to be burned to the ground in a cheesy frustrated flammable goo mishap. They can thank me later.
That is why mine is electric AND I only make chocolate fondue.
I suppose that is cheating, eh?::::: | October 25, 2004 1:35 PM
No no, chocolate is never cheating. Unless you somehow screw it up so it tastes like ass...I almost fell on the floor that was so funny, Rob! I can't have a fondue pot because mine would have to be electric too, and I have an aversion to cramming corded small appliances into my already-too-full-of-wedding-presents-I-haven't-used-yet cabinets.::::: | October 26, 2004 8:06 AM