Warning to All Choco-haters: Stop reading here. Fondue Party Ahead!Pounds of chocolate. Five girls with an appetite. Things could get messy.
Our first fondue tastes. We were civilized, used forks, and strictly followed the no-double-dipping rule. Dipping: marshmallows, bananas, and strawberries.
...And slowly but surely, the forks start to disappear.
Along with our forks, our choice of toppings begin to disappear. We scrounge around the kitchen and in our desperate foraging, come across a handful of Rice Krispies, leftover crackers, and tomatoes.
Yes. You heard me. We tried dipping cherry tomatoes in chocolate. No, it wasn't good.
Hey, who needs toppings when you've got spoons?
My sister is still hungry. Look at that ravenous gleam in her eyes. No, I'm not edible!
"Augh! I dripped chocolate on my pants!" Erina screamed hysterically.
"Don't waste it!" my sister yelled back when she reached for a napkin.
Chocolate seems to erase any and all traces of civility and eating mannerisms in us.
Getting silly with chocolate. Oui, oui!
Is it the next Dr. Evil? No, it's just chocolate and a well-placed chin pimple.
Clean up is a snap.
"Who needs napkins?" shrugged Erina.
She learns quickly.
"No more chocolate?!"
Time to elapse into a well-induced chocolate coma.
Life is good.
But life with chocolate is bliss.
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