ating chocolate requires grace, endurance and, usually, the enthusiasm of women. Varun doesn’t love chocolate, but he doesn’t dislike it either. In our house, chocolate consumption goes something like this:
Me: I’m craving chocolate.
Self: Me too!
Me: Varun–do you want some chocolate?
Varun: No thanks, just more wine.
(Here I carefully break two squares of Masala Chocolate and plop onto the couch to savor the chocolatey, spicy goodness. Varun grabs a square, chows down and shrugs. I look on in shock)
Self: Did he just steal my chocolate?
Me: Uhhmhm. And he didn’t even like it!
(Note: If you ever need to pull me out of a coma or lure me into a tank filled with genetically enhanced, man-eating piranhas, this chocolate is guaranteed to make me comply)
Needless to say, I was overjoyed when Vasudha suggested we eat chocolate fondue. For the occasion we bought strawberries, pineapple, marshmallows, pretzels and chocolate for melting.
Notes from Chocolate Fondue-Land:
-Rigging two pots as a double boiler is incredibly effective
-Adding milk to chocolate fondue transforms it from smooth, buttery goodness to a clumpy, mud-like consistency
-Chocolate fondue holds no power over Varun, he walked away after one dip
-Chocolate fondue holds enormous power over me and Vasudha. It is a Gateway Food. It inspired us to make cupcakes, cheesecake and eat fondue 4 days in a row.
-Graham crackers! How could I have forgotten?!