A little personal background fondue history: being a child of the ‘70’s, I’ve always associated fondue dinner parties (which were very popular in the US in the ‘70’s) with partner-swapping parties (also reputed to be very popular in the ‘70’s). The urban myth was that couples got together, ate some melty, gooey cheese out of a communal pot, and then got down to business with each other.
That was the rumor, anyway.
Later, when I bought my first fondue pot and we had our first fondue night, just MrsT and I, I was making it, and then eating it, and thinking, “Yeah, I get it, this is pretty sexy, all this velvety cheese, stirring our little forks together, I think this is going to be a pretty good night for the Tastys…”
30 minutes later, both of us full of about a pound of cheese and a pound of bread and a bottle of wine each, along with shots of kirsch, and there was no way that was in the cards…we we’re barely conscious and couldn’t even move!
To this day, though, that’s still the first thing I think of when someone mentions fondue.