It no doubt sounds strange, a fondue recipe in the summer, and my friend's husband immediately laughed and rolled his eyes at my very gauche faux pas of a dinner selection (did I mention he's French?) but it was chilly out, I was in the French Alps, and dammit I was going to have fondue! When in Rome...
I have been expressly forbidden to reveal the name of the town I stayed in, suffice to say it looks out on the entire majestic Mont Blanc mountain range and has a population of eight or nine hundred give or take, one Englishwoman and one American. I also made the huge mistake of saying the town looked like Switzerland. I was nearly sent packing. You see Switzerland actually looks like France. Don't ask, back to the fondue...
We visited a nearby swanky ski town called Megève, founded by the Rothschilds and home to the glitterati d'Europe. Big glam Chanel sunglasses and fuzzy boots akin to a Shetland pony proliferate like snowflakes in a blizzard. We sat outside on the main square and I proceeded to order my Fondue Savoyarde, fondue from the Savoie region, or French Alps. Specifically we were in the Haute-Savoie region or Upper Savoie.
When the fondue arrived, we skewered the bread cubes and dove in. I could have bathed in it. I burned my tongue but I didn't care. The cheese was hot, sweet, tangy, gooey and just downright delicious. My friend's husband of course couldn't resist a bite or two. Bon appetit!