growing up in our family, one day each week, my parents ate fondue.
it was the "big kid's" meal, the one we aspired to eat.
i don't remember my parents really going out on date nights often (if ever), and i think this may have been their version of a date night:
a little wine, some fondue, and a movie.
this is a tradition jj and i have adopted.
we used to have fondue nights with our roommates at missouri mansion with the same basic components: wine, fondue, television.
one time, we even mixed cheese fondue into the equation.
but i always go back to "old reliable"- chicken and beef in peanut oil, with various dipping sauces.
i like having this reminder of growing up.
it makes living in a strange new city feel a little bit more like home.
the smells are the same, the components are the same, and it helps me feel like i've come home a little bit each time.
sometimes it's exactly what's needed after a long week of navigating a new city.
and by navigating i mean attempting to find my way to and from work each day.
let's not even get started on what happens when i stray from that course.