I love cheese. And garlic. And wine. But what I love most is a concentrated form of all three, warm and gooey, served with bread. Or maybe apples.
If I could eat fondue every day, I probably would. But I can’t. That whole obesity, heart attack, high cholesterol thing actually does concern me a bit. So I save fondue for days when I need to indulge. Usually this means super sucky days or really good days.