I still remember that evening when Karen was staring at the pot of melted cheese in the cabin we had rented in Tahoe. Fear could be seen on her face and it didn’t take long before she gave a generous donation to the god of the restroom. So it is not surprising that both Karen and Lulu booked a last minute trip to L.A. on the day just before our raclette! This can only mean one thing: More food for us... mmmmh.