It has been SO. Darn. Hot. here over the last couple of weeks. Too hot to cook, too hot to wear clothes you’d be seen in public in, too hot to touch another human.
There are only so many nights that you can scrounge around to make a dinner out of cold cereal and crackers, so we had to do something creative.
We bought a fondue pot a few weeks ago and this seemed like the perfect time to bust it out. I just love fondue. Nibbles of cheese and carbs is like heaven on a platter to me. When we were first married Bear would throw me a carpet picnic on special occasions. We’d lay on our bellies on the living room rug and stuff our faces with grapes and fancy crackers and little bits of cheese and deli meat. This fondue party made me so nostalgic, and made me promise myself I’d bring back the carpet picnic tradition.
But this eating a solid pound of cheese was pretty great in its own right.