I don’t ski. I’m probably the only person in all of Switzerland who doesn’t. And, frankly, I don’t want to ski.
There. I said it. I have no desire to ski. (Now that I’ve said that, they’ll probably throw me out of Swissylandalong with all the other foreigners they want to keep out.) My excuse is my bad knees—and now my bad foot. But, frankly, I really simply don’t want to careen at top speeds down a mountain on a board. There are many other activities that sound more appealing to me. Like a visit to the dentist, for example. Or Chinese water torture. Well, maybe not Chinese water torture. And, yes, I have tried it. I even own a snowboard. That’s not to say I can use it effectively, but I have given it the old college try. Several times.
“Why am I telling you all this?” you ask. Because I am right now on ski vacation.
You see, my husband skis. And my sons are learning. (I don’t want people to look at them as if they are extraterrestrial beings the way they look at me when I tell them I don’t ski.) Swiss schools even give the children two weeks off in February so they can go skiing.
It’s gorgeous here, and I am really enjoying the time to myself for a change, having a moment to think a thought through to the end without interruption, having someone else cook for me, and drinking a cup of tea in peace. This morning, as I sat on the sundeck, doing just that—drinking a cup of tea, with a book, and watching the skiers on the slopes—I realized that something unusual was in my sight lines.
And I had to laugh. Last week, after hearing the woesome tales of my poor friends in the US being blizzarded-in with massive snow storms, I felt inspired to make my kids a “snowman.” Also, I wanted to get them in the mood for their ski vacation. You see, we’ve had very, very little snow here this year. None, to be exact.
The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it!?
I don’t think I’m going to post a real recipe with this, but here’s what you need (per egg snowman):