“Hrrrmmm… tracks. Look fresh, not more than 2 days old. Humanoid, too, from the looks of it. Hrhghh, let’s see where they lead.” Geralt stands upright and focuses his mind to reveal the path his target took. Red. Red steps. Slightly skewed in their trajectory, but they had a destination. “Hrhhghh. Marks on the doorposts. Too shallow to be signs of a weapon, but clear indication of a struggle. Some blood on the hearth. Let’s hhhrmrmm see what we have here.” Geralt pushes open the door and is welcomed by the smokey air of the rowdy tavern. His mark was here somewhere, waiting. And he wasn’t about to leave until his contract was completed. He pressed onward to find a gentleman lost in his drink. “Hhhhhrrrrhghhhhh, you don’t look well. Afraid that fight you had left you more wounded than you realized. And I don’t think ale is going to solve it.”
_cough_ “What’s this, freak? Are you trying to start something?”
“Perhaps I am. We both know why I’m here. Hrmmm.”
“ ‘Ay, we do. I’ll go fetch my gwent deck. You won’t be winning this time, _witcher_.”
My husband has been recently playing through The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt and has really been enjoying his time with it. We both liked The Witcher 2, but the combat was a little too obtuse and it made it hard to get through the game. The Witcher 3 certainly fixed a lot of the weird mechanics it had and kept the storytelling and dialogue fascinating. The world is constantly alive with people in need, monster dens to crush, and gwent to be played! Actually, forget all of that other stuff. My husband doesn’t want to do anything in the game except play gwent, the collectible card game. He’s traveled from town to town well before any quests directed him to, all in an effort to find more victims to his Northern Alliance deck.
Without going too far into the game’s plot for those who haven’t yet played this game, Geralt finds himself searching for someone. This search leads him through all sorts of places and investigating many different leads. One of those leads drops Geralt in the bustling town of Novigrad. A common bookseller recognizes Geralt’s white hair and two swords and, surprisingly, was expecting him. He motions to his shop and seems to recall someone from the past asking him to hold onto a book until a white wolf shows up looking for something. Granted, the book on cheese divination that my husband read through wasn’t this aforementioned book, but it did open up a world of fortunetelling through the art of tyromancy. The most important of these absurd methods for seeing the future involved a rather tasty sounding cheese fondue, so I couldn’t just pass up the opportunity to make it! And who knows, if you cover a piece of bread with this gooey goodness and hold it up to the candle, you might even see a glimpse of the future in the shadows dancing along the wall. A future of deliciousness!
Required Equipment: cutting board, fondue set, grater
14 oz (400 g) gruyere cheese, shredded
12 oz (340g) emmental cheese, shredded
1 tbsp flour
1 garlic clove, peeled and halved
1 ½ cups (350 ml) sauvignon blanc (or a Dijkstra Dry if you happen to find yourself in Novigrad)
pinch of nutmeg
vegetables of your choice
Rub a fondue pot with the garlic halves. Leave the garlic halves in the pot and add the sauvignon blanc. Place over medium-high heat and bring to a simmer.
Take your shredded cheese and combine with the flour. Remove the garlic from the fondue pot. Add the cheese a handful at a time. Allow each handful of cheese to melt in the pot before adding the next one. Once all the cheese has been added, cook until the fondue thickens (about 3-5 minutes). Add the pinch of nutmeg and serve immediately.
Make sure to follow the instructions on you fondue set for setting up the heat source.