Chalet life

I’m writing this post as I’m standing in my kitchen with basically everything done, and aperitifs aren’t even due yet. It’s like I’m becoming a kitchen ninja.

Things that have improved besides my timing and organizational is my focaccia bread. Thank goodness. I was getting so tired of playing the “oh no look what has happened to my bread” when I feed my guests bricks on a Tuesday night. I paid attention to the temp of the warm water and honey this time. And let it prove for a lot more than needed. Look at the rise on it!

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All the edges are purposely used for sampling 🙂

Things that are still annoying is the always tempermental sticky toffee pudding.  It tries to overflow in the oven, so I keep an eye on it and spoon it back into its dish.

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So last week I had one guest. One wierd,  old , single man.

The first twenty minutes in my chalet he was telling me a story about how a man was sign languaging licking a woman’s breasts. As I stood there, by myself, looking at this joke of a man make a fool of himself.

Luckily he opted to eat the boys chalet with their guests so he didn’t eat alone. I made him breakfast and a new cake every third day. Since I was so free, I helped out Jim and Joe for their food prep. They had a couple gluten free people so I baked all the gluten free things in my chalet and walked it up.the looks you get when you stink up an elevator with delicious things.  I also helped joe with his dinner services since he’s been struggling a bit…A BIT??

It was like ramsays kitchen nightmares. But to be fair, he’s a 19 year old boy on his gap year. It was nice to have a change in the week but I am definitely  happy to be back in my own domain. My transfer day was also pretty painless, except I was in the chalet from five am to ten at night. Since jims guests had the early flight, we all got up early to get a lift in the van up the mountain. What fuels you when you are in the chalet for that long with all your rooms and food prepped? You eat left over cake, and baguettes.

On my day off last week, walked from the forum, the bottom of the valley, to the top of the ski lift. I took my snowboard on my backpacked and rented snowshoes for three euros with my seasonaire discount. It took me two and a half hours to get up, and about five or ten minutes to board down. Haha.

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Even with all the walking and boarding, I feel so unhealthy and I have definitely  packed on the pounds. I think I have clearly enjoyed eating all the leftover cake croissants  and baking chocolate. I think I might get back on the paleo bus for a bit. I cringe typing it, because I don’t want to fall back into my ocd ways, but I need to just stop eating all the processed junk. I feel yucky. It’s gonna be rough, but I need it!!

Oh and this is me at four in the morning when everyone abandoned me at he club and I made friends with the dj Julien #3 (there’s about fifty Juliens  in Flaine. ) and he let me pretend to be a dj

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I have also made myself become more aware of what time it is. After a few really long nights, I have found myself getting my snow gear on ready to hit the mountain, sitting down to put my washing in the machine, Lean  back on the floor, wake up four hours later sweating in my clothes needing a shower and to return to work. Fail.

And this week there are at least 600 dutch university  students in the resort for the week. The flying dutchman pun is nonstop. 

People are already starting to plan aout what theyvare doing after the season. My list is starting to pile up. I’ve got time. …

Let Them Eat Cake

I survived a week with a chalet full of children.

And it has secured my decision to never have kids. I’d rather be an aunt. No pressure, Jenny.

I would walk through the door every morning and evening to screaming kids and yelling parents. I had to bring he sofa cover to apartment and was out the crayon they attacked it with. I also had to scrub the crayon out of the coffee table.  They loved to ask me questions, and I bought them twix ice cream bars to shut them up. It worked.
The little baby broke the trash can lid but out of all of the  he was my favorite. He didn’t even cry when I dropped apples on him when he crawled under my feet while I was moving a fruit bowl. His parents were too busy skyping to notice, and I turned the apple into a moving spaceship before he knew what hit him.

There were two families that were good friends and they were all South  African. Very interesting people.

They said  “yah” every other word.

The week was really easy. I only had to cook enough for four adults and the kids ate leftover veg with sausage everyday. The cleaning though was pointless and they told me to not bother with the rooms.

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I got another awful tip. 50€. It would have been better if the south African family that still lived in SA actually gave me any sort of tip. Fifty from one couple is normal. What a cheap bastard. Oh well. But I did get another excellent rating on the review pamphlet. Ughhhh.  Ben the driver got a €50 tip for taking a guest from the pub to his chalet. Unfair.

Transfer day went a lot better than the first one. I got my victoria sponge ready then cleaned all the rooms and bathrooms and deep cleaned the living and dining room in time for the guests. Last time I spent to much time do I g food prep and was scrambling to get the rooms Ready. My guests are alright. One couple are pretty into skiing, the other are two girls and their mom who are really clueless, then the other couple are a bit odd. The lady drinks way too much tea and asks stupid questions like how much cubic space do my cabinets have. Then the mom asks me to sit down and take and break. It’s been one day. Haha. I have to do a bit more prep since I have four vegetarians and there is a different main course. So canapés starters two mains and a dessert. It’s so much food!  
I took a break from boarding due to lack of snow and it’s just not worth sliding down ice for a few hours. Today looks good though.

Oh yeah and I bought a used snowboard off a friend. Then gave it back because I didn’t try it our first and couldn’t get my boots into the bindings when I showed up at the lift 

Try before you buy.

I have also made a few more friends. Some french ski instructors/ snow patrol guys that live in Flaine.  I don’t understand them but there accents make me smile.  mwahahaha