In our quest for a healthy start to 2013, we went to a fondue restaurant.
Vegetables dipped in cheese are healthy, right?
We sailed through the cheese course without incident.
The entre, however, caused some concern.
”Mom, is the meat RAW? Eeeeeeeeew.”
Ever the vigilant parent, I realized this was a teachable moment.
I informed my kids the steak would look “normal” once it was cooked.
Nodding sagely, they handed their raw steak to Daddy to cook, to which I replied,
“Hey, how come you’re not asking me to cook?” Their reply was hysterical laughter.
So, I became the designated timer.
Must be because I have such an expensive, high tech watch.
The highlight of the meal was the chocolate fondue.
I agreed to share my plate of desserts with my teen,
mostly because I was distracted by our waiter
who had a square jaw and broad shoulders.
Imagine my surprise when I reached for a marshmallow and found this:
Moral of the story:
(a) Do NOT share your dessert with a teen.
(b) It’s never a good idea to flirt with your waiter.
Have you gone out to dinner lately?
What did you eat?