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Fondue for the Fourth
Fabulous Fifteen-Minute Fondue
I’m not a big cook, but after finding a few fondue pots at garage sales, I decided to revive a childhood favorite, adding a splash of Bailey’s Liqueur to my mom’s chocolate fondue recipe.
Serves 6 (double or triple if you’re having a bigger bash)
INGREDIENTS:
•12 oz package of milk chocolate morsels
•1/4 cup Bailey’s
•1 tablespoon butter
•Milk
•An assortment of pound cake chunks, marshmallows, strawberries, bananas, orange sections, apple slices, pear slices
DIRECTIONS:
1. Mix ingredients in the top of a double boiler
2. Pour melted yumminess in fondue pot.
3. Eat with skewers. Take turns clockwise.
Fondue Etiquette: Don’t double dip! It’s unAmerican!
Makes 5 (1/4-cup) servings
Start to Finish: 15 minutes (I’m taking that to Rachael Ray!)
Bragging Rights
When you get a second-hand bargain–like my $9 mid-century lamp or the $5 I paid for an entire set of Bakelite flatware–I feel like you’ve earned the right to brag. In addition, you’re giving new life to something someone else was going to discard. And when I go out on my second-hand shopping adventures, even if I come back empty handed, I am filled with stories of junk; of oddities so freakish they belong in a sideshow, and of people and their varying tastes and proclivities. Second-handers are also generally willing to tell all they know about everything from fishing lures to Swanky Swigs and will be happy to help you figure out a way to get it off their property. What’s your favorite second-hand find?
The One That Got Away
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY There’s nothing worse than the one that got away. It haunts you for weeks like a bad dream, eats away at your psyche like a termite on softened wood. I recently found myself attracted to a delicately aged pair of Bert and Ernie puppets sitting on the lawn of an otherwise innocuous sale of miscellany. My brother and I had them growing up. Ernie slept on the bottom bunk with Brian, Bert slept up top with me. I didn’t buy them, leaving them to be taken by some other more thoughtful brother, and I’ve regretted it ever since. Wouldn’t it have been fun for me to send Brian an Ernie with a mysterious note? Wouldn’t that have been worth the ten bucks? It’s a real missed opportunity, and I try not to let those happen too often. Tell me about something you passed up and have regretted ever since…