We smell like grease.
I've been thinking about the old days when my family would gather around our dining room table, which was probably covered with a green checked terry cloth table cloth, and fondue pieces of chicken and beef in hot oil. So I asked my mom if she still had the old yellow Oster fondue pot, which she didn't, but she knew of someone that had two fancy new stainless fondue pots which we borrowed.
Instead of doing something sophisticated, like chocolate or cheese, we deep fried big chunks of chicken and need. I'll admit that while it was good, and fun, it was not quite as good, or fun, as I'd remembered.
Still, we had a good salad, potatoes and some amazing bruschetta to go along with it. And the kids got a kick out of the whole thing!
Chris wasn't so find of the fondue.
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