It was her night to cook and this time dinner would be special. When he cooked it was always a three course meal with two vegetables just like his mother had done for him growing up. When her nights rolled around it was cold sandwiches and canned soup or pizza from the little Italian joint down the street.
She had spent the afternoon doing recipe searches and shopping for the ingredients. Now all of her work was about to pay off in a stunning meal. She had set the table using the "good" china that had been received as wedding gifts and even put out linen napkins. He was impressed with the setting and took his seat wondering what type of meal awaited him in the kitchen.
She approached the table carefully so as to not spill or upset her creation and placed the large pot in front of her new husband.
"What do we have here?" he asked in guarded tones.
"It's fondue, honey. Cheese fondue."
He took a long look at the pot full of gooey, melted yellowness and forced a smile. "It looks yummy," he managed to say as he took notice of the tray of bread cubes and skewers that were being laid on the table in front of him.
She sat and demonstrated to her husband the way to dip the bread and not drip the cheese all over the table.
"Like this," she said as she clumsily attempted to bring the glob to her mouth. Within seconds she was up and running to the kitchen sink where she spit the food and quickly stuck her mouth under the faucet. Sucking in the cold water, she attempted to warn her husband, "Iz hawt! Iz hawt!"
"I see," he said and he slowly came to her side at the sink. "Perhaps some ice cream would help soothe your burned mouth."
She stood upright and gave him a long hug and discretely wiped the tears from her face as she rested her head on his shoulder. When they finally broke their embrace, they grabbed their jackets and headed out in search of a double scoop of Mint Chocolate Chip and a cozy bench for two.
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This 30 Days of Writing Challenge is brought to you courtesy of Nicky and Mike. They managed to convince a bunch of us to play along. If you want to read more cheesy posts, check out the ramblings of this crazy gang at the Linky List at We Work for Cheese.
Thoroughly enjoyed this piece- you tell a great story~
ReplyDeleteThanks Shelly! It is a different thing for me to have written.
DeleteI guess he must have told her "Im not fondue anymore." Or maybe not. Nice piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks duf! Love your pun!!!!
DeleteWow, LM! Well done! I'm even willing to ignore that the husband doesn't like cheese fondue...I award you 5 points! :-)
ReplyDeleteONLY 5 points?!? What if he drank the fondue right out of the pot? You don't know from this vignette!
DeleteExcellent cheesy story! And love the "Iz hawt!" Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Nothing like scalding food to bring that cry out!
DeleteVery nice story. We've all had that "is hawt" experience. Now I know what to do when that happens. Ice cream to the rescue...it soothes the pain and the disappointment.
ReplyDeleteIce cream is pretty much the cure for everything!
DeleteSo sad that all that lovely cheese went to waste!
ReplyDeleteMaybe...maybe not...
DeleteI was with you up until the cheese fondue. I like my fondue of the chocolate variety. ;) Lovely story, LM.
ReplyDeleteSo do I!! There's a local fondue restaurant that has a dessert fondue that is half white chocolate and half dark chocolate. It is the best part of the meal for me!
DeleteThis is such a sweet story that I actually feel a little nauseated, as if I've eaten a large candy bar and then ridden the Merry Go Round for an hour. Please tell me it's not true. I just don't think I can go on without throwing up if this is a slice of life -- nice cheese reference, eh? -- from your life.
ReplyDeleteOf course it's true!
DeleteNot really. Relax Michael! It is loosely based on an old girlfriend of my brother-in-law's. She was not very skilled in the kitchen. Her idea of cheese fondue was melted Velveeta, and she once famously asked me how did I get the cheese in the grilled cheese sandwich!
I thought it might be you, at first, but now you've ruined the whole illusion. Thanks a lot, lady. :P
DeleteWhat a perfect little vignette, funny and touching.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I've ever been here before but it was a very nice first visit, thank you.
Thanks nagod! We've traded comments before so if you get a deja vu feeling it isn't the flu.
DeleteWhat a delightful little tale this is! I had a fondue set when I was a bride. I don't think I ever used it! (Maybe it's just as well.)
ReplyDeleteI think that we had one once as well. Maybe it was lost in the fire. I'm not sure. Now if I want fondue we go to the restaurant.
DeleteHa! Great story, but if I were her and hadn't cooked fondue before, I probably would have gone with the Kraft Dinner option. Still, ice cream is a great substitute!
ReplyDelete;-)
I'm all for ice cream for every meal!
DeleteCharming tale! And I'm sure he appreciated her effort. Actually, it's really good the dinner was a failure, or she'd be expected to cook more often. Hmmm... I wonder if that was her plan all along. ;)
ReplyDeleteMight be! I've only used that tactic when teaching my son to drive - I screamed too often so after my turn he would only practice with his father! I'm no dummy...
DeleteHA HA! I would have let it cool! I LOVE cheese fondue!
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful, wonderful writer, as always!
Nice! You really conveyed that (thankfully not too familiar) burning of the palate. Ow.
ReplyDeleteOh wow! This was such a FANTASTIC story! Well done!
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