After "The Strikers" suffered it's first lost in over a season "The Wife" announced that we were having fondue for dinner. I believe this was her failed attempt to cheer us up after the loss, I was more bummed out than "H" was.
After the general concept of fondue was explained to the kids followed by the promise of chocolate fondue for desert, the kids agreed that "It sounded fun". With "The Wife" lovingly gazing into my eyes she asked "Do you remember how much fun it was last time we had fondue?" Not being one able to remember last week my only reply was "Yeah, no make that hell yeah, it was a blast".
Back at "Casa de Frick" we cracked open a bottle of Yellow Tail Merlot and proceeded to slice and dice chicken and veggies.
Now lets fast forward almost a whole hour, the fondue pot resembles a pile of pick up sticks from all the forks shoved in it, no one can remember which color fork was theirs and after 45 minutes of cooking we have each only eaten 2 or 3 pieces of chicken, at this rate we'll finish dinner at midnight. At this point I know I must do something drastic, so we strip the forks of their wears and dump all of the remaining uncooked morsels into the pot "Bam" 6 minutes later we are eating. Now the desert part was easier and quicker. With half the house being female and thinking that chocolate is Gods way of saying he likes us, they would just as well not even wait for the chocolate to melt before shoving into their mouths.
After dinner "The Wife" and I settled down to watch "Rent" and close out the day. We started to recall out last fondue experience and here are the details: it was 17 years ago, there were no children involved and it was at a restaurant (we didn't have to clean up) no wonder we had a good time.
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