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!
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.
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.
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
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. …