It is unclear to me how I’ve gone through 30 years of life without having fondue.
I love cheese, all forms, all varieties. I love dippings things. This mission was a slam dunk, a nice soothing way to ease into the new list.
And it does offer such a lovely metaphor: no matter how old you get, yes, there are always new things to try. But beyond that, there are always new ways to try things you already love. Life can never be boring, there should never be ruts: if you can’t discover, there is always re-discovery.
I’m not a foodie. I don’t have a particularly sophisticated palatte – my tongue is not that discerning, unfortunately. I mostly like comfort foods. I am trying to grow in this area though: I want to try new things, explore different taste sensations, retry things I didn’t like. For example, I have recently come around on yogurt and mushrooms, two food I have loathed since childhood. But I gave them a second shot, and I have fully embraced them as part of my regular eating habits.
Makes me feel like such a grown-up.
Anyway, I’m not into food porn – reading elaborate descriptions of food, watching cooking shows and competitions: not my thing. I want to experience it. I can’t know how it tastes by looking at it.
This lack of sophistication will make this post blessedly short. The fondue was delicious. We had a gruyere, and a gruyere based mushroom, and for dessert, a dark chocolate. They were spectacular: creamy, rich, warm, safe: like a liquid womb that cocoons you from the inside.
See? Told you I’m not into food porn. I don’t have the words to describe it. It was dern good. I’m out of things to say.
There is definitely more I want to try: honey and blue cheese (another food I’ve learned to love as I’ve grown older), a four cheese including mozzarella and provolone, a curry fondue, and a French onion, which is one of my favorite soups so…score! So much territory to explore. I am now the Columbus of fondue. I would gladly fall off of a cheese horizon if the cheese world is not round.
I was with a group of lovely friends at a restaurant called the Bourgeois Pig on the Lower East Side that had lots of atmosphere: red plush sofas, dark paneled walls, sexy lighting, unusual drink selection. It was a grand evening.
Welcome to the 31×31. What a fantastic way to start. I hope the whole year is this delicious.
Unfortunately, the lighting was so low and they are so classy they do not allow flash photography, so I continue to fail at food porn as my pictures are not that great. But you get the idea: