Off goes the power at 5 o'clock p.m. on a Friday Night --
our Family Fun Night of the week.
Hmmmmm . . . what shall we do about dinner now?
Not that I had any really great ideas on a muggy eve following an afternoon of grocery shopping and thrifting following a morning of experimenting with my new yo'gourmet yogurt maker (which I haven't exactly mastered yet . . . post coming soon). This tired gal found the *POOF* less exciting than did the little ladies that scurried around gathering flashlights and reminiscing about all the fun we always have during a power outage.
"Good thing we have a woodstove," observed Rachel cheerfully.
I bit my tongue rather than mention the humid 90s registering on the thermometer.
"Hey," cried Elizabeth, "Let's make fondue with the fondue set we just got at the thrift store!"
Cheers went up from all corners of the keeping room.
(Did I mention I stood in the kitchen with a shocked look on my face. I guess I expected someone to say, "Hey let's eat bread and apples with a bit of cheese and then mom doesn't have to cook and make a mess which she will have to clean up in the dark without a dishwasher's assistance. Did I mention the crabbiness flowing through my brain on this muggy day? Did I also mention that I often fall apart between 4:30 and 5:00 p.m. if I don't have a bit of respite and a cup of tea about 3:30ish -- which I missed this day?)
The giggles and glee swept everyone up in cheerful busy-ness creating a wave of joy that literally swept away the grouch in me.
Rachel ran to retrieve just the right cookbook.
With a little help from Remy, we came up with a luscious cheese fondue made from cheddar cheese and milk (plus a roux of flour and butter) with a hint of garlic, paprika, nutmeg, and the juice of a lemon dashed with a bit of salt and pepper.
With proper accompaniments like fresh brown bread,
sweet 100s from our garden,
juicy grapes, and generous chunks of gala apples,
Along with a sweet treat of Virgil's old-fashioned Root Beer
(free of any high fructose corn syrup)
We prayed and dug in with delight!
Heavy-laden little forks hefted gooey, gushy, globs of YUM into our mouths.
Fortunately I had the foresight to choose a cheddar-colored table cloth,
so blops didn't distract us.
Long before the fondue ran out
Our appetites ceased calling for more.
We pushed back with a sigh and
NO ROOM FOR DESSERT!!
Imagine that . . .
p.s. The power returned before we sat down to dinner, so I washed dishes in a brightly lit kitchen ALL BY MYSELF (and enjoyed every minute of it after such a fabulous feast).