When I decided to write about “turning 60,” the idea was to do something special for ME each month during the year preceding my 60th birthday. Now, I was brought up well, and taught to share, so sometimes I will be celebrating with someone! In fact, as relational as I am, I would imagine that the majority of the time I will be sharing with someone.
October is the month of birthdays in the Derge family. Our family of origin has three birthdays in nine days. It goes without saying that the eldest person of these three birthdays “lost” his birthday about twenty nine years ago. Oh well….
This year I wanted to do something special and different for Hubby’s birthday. He goes out and buys whatever he wants; and to be honest, I am getting tired of Bob Evans all the time. Being the frugal guru that I am, I purchased a Living Social “deal” for the Melting Pot, a restaurant that my son has taken his fiancée to on several occasions. I have heard others talk about this place, and it seemed like something that was totally different, and something I wanted to try.
I made reservations, and we headed to Centerville in pouring rain; clueless as to where we were going. The Melting Pot does not have big arches announcing its presence, and we almost passed it. All things considered, we were only five minutes late and I thought we were doing quite well. We were ushered just about as far back in the restaurant as we could get—you know what they say about putting prospective trouble-makers in a place where they are not noticed as much! Hey, I was grateful to be close to the restroom!
We enjoyed being the guinea pigs to help train a new server. She was very nice, and we all learned together. We had to choose our cheese fondue for the appetizer and we agreed on the spicy version. The food was brought to us and the fondue was prepared in front of us. While I mentally made notes of the ingredients, I knew I would never try this at home. Nice idea, not happening. The sauce was delicious, and we put lots of healthy things into the cheese sauce, as I listened quietly to my arteries clogging. Fruit, veggies, and breads were all delicious in the cheese fondue.
Next we were brought salads. Hubby got his “normal” Caesar salad and I tried something new: a spinach and mushroom salad. We ate this as the fondue to cook our entrees was heating up. As we finished our salads, our entrees were brought to us. Yes, we had to cook the meat ourselves, and there were many sauces to sample. I usually order seafood when I am out, and I let it cook plenty long—taking no chances! Hubby usually orders a “sampler” and he did that tonight—beef, shrimp and chicken.
It takes time to cook the food, and figure out which sauces we liked with what. The beauty of this type of dinner is that creativity and exploration is part of the process—and it’s fun!
I actually felt like I had eaten relatively healthy for the most part of the evening—discounting the cheese sauce, of course. I had worked out all week and prepared for this to be the special meal of the week. I felt like I was doing OK.
Then, there was the chocolate desert fondue.
Jerry said he was full. I was full. But desert called our name, as we perused the menu. There was one called “Turtle” something, and for those who know me best, know how MUCH I love turtles! (We used to sell them for the music department in high school—mine never made it home!)
The turtle fondue was fabulous as we dipped strawberries, bananas, marshmallows, rice krispie treats (my personal favorite), cheesecake, pound cake and brownies into the chocolate/caramel concoction. I don’t know when I have tasted anything so wonderful.
I was so full, that I knew it would take some serious work to work these calories off. But special is special, and my husband’s birthday is a special day. He didn’t have to share this with any kids—it was a special treat just for US!
We enjoyed it!
P.S. The Melting Pot has something called “Ladies Night” on the last Thursday of the month. Certainly not for several months; but hey, I’m game! Who's with me?