On the first snow of every winter, my mom gathers my family around the table and hosts a fondue dinner. Although it wasn’t snowing, my first dinner in Paris was a fondue dinner. The alpine interior and the smell of fromage filled the air. This was the perfect Valentines dinner date, boasting an intimate set up between lovers and a cauldron of boiling cheese. The dipping options consisted of baguettes, potatoes, ham, apples and a salad on the side.
I was pleasantly surprised to look down and see a petite chat in the corner of the room keeping me company- I was convinced I was in the French countryside. For dessert, I enjoyed the most delicious pear sorbet. The picture is when it was half eaten, I couldn’t keep my hands off of it.
Who I would take as my date: My mere