Belated Birthday to Me - A Fondue Philosophy · 28 February 2007
House rules state that your birthday doesn't end until you’ve celebrated with the family. My sister has used this to her advantage to stretch out birthday celebrations for weeks, but I’ve already responsibly made plans that will limit the season of my natality to a mere 6 days.
But, as my actual birthday was yesterday I celebrated in wonderful hedonistic fashion by overindulging in melted cheese and chocolate, better known as fondue. This is the third time I’ve been out for fondue in the past year, and it’s becoming an addictive habit. For those who haven’t indulged, do it. Do it soon. Unlike many meals, this one is an activity in itself, a culinary adventure, fraught with the peril of eating directly off sharp utensils and the mystery of who will be the first to burn themselves in over eagerness to consume a steaming cheesy morsel.
Even if you can’t find a local fondue restaurant, go buy some bamboo skewers, a loaf of bread, mix up some booze and two kinds of cheese, heat it in your double boiler (or super cute fondue set), intoxicate your friends and make a party out of it.
Speaking of parties, according to some proponents, this is the last year I should ever publicly acknowledge my age, and therefore the last year I should be allowed to throw a party with honesty. I'm *gasp* 29 now. A mere breath from 30 (where all life shall truly end). Do I believe this schmultz? I don't think so. Even so, the idea of throwing a macabre thirtieth birthday somewhat appeals to me, mostly because of the element of the absurd involved. I think it’s the aspect of duality, the celebration of life in the face of recognizing that one day we all die, akin to the Romantic painters who sometimes put a skull in their otherwise lush and celebratory art. I bet I can find some good Dia de los Muertos themed decorations and some morbidly fun games. Life’s a party and death’s the bouncer, but don’t let that stop you from continuing to sneak in before the club closes.