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Eggs – The Best Part of a Chalet Holiday

Are eggs one of the most important elements of a ski holiday? 

When was the last time you had eggs for breakfast 6 days in a row? I’ll tell you when. It was on your last ski holiday. Now I could be wrong. You could be a builder that has a fry up every day of the week or be Farmer Bob from Farmer Bobs Eggs. Or you could be the sort of person that has packet sandwiches for lunch every day, but despise yourself for it and punish yourself by only having egg mayonnaise. Or you could be the Easter bunny who is egg mad. If you’re not any of these people the chances are that I’m right!

So why is it that we multiply our egg intake so much when on a chalet holiday? It could be that the spiritual home of chalet holidays is in France. A nation that loves the egg so much that egg is served with tuna in a sandwich. The oufe is much loved in France and is even used to aid the cleaning of a fondue pan. However I doubt that this is the reason that we enjoy and Eggsesive, (only pun I promise), amount of shelled nutrition when on a ski chalet holiday.

hantama2The real reason for the extra egg ,(see I resisted the pun there), is that deep down we all love an egg, especially at breakfast time. The problem is we are all just a bit lazy when it comes to eggs. The moment someone offers to cook you one you say, “yes please” followed by a list of instructions that will, a) not be followed and b) you would never perform yourself when cooking and egg.

The Cadburys Cream Egg advertising campaign that posed the question “how do you eat yours?” works because it captures it in nut shell and the attitude of eating eggs that we British people have. Basically we are very fussy about our eggs and how they are cooked. Therefore when there is someone, in this case your chalet host, offering to prepare your eggs you can’t refuse and indulge yourself.

In some cases, the chalet holiday egg is an opportunity to reacquaint yourself with a long lost eggy friend. How many times have you forgot the feeling of tucking into a warm hardboiled egg and then you come down for breakfast with your thermals on, see them on the table and think, “ooo an egg, I love an egg”. You peel it with more care than you would apply when holding another person’s baby. You then slice it up and sprinkle some salt and pepper on it then place it on some buttered toast. After you finish it you think to yourself “I’ll do that at home”. You never do.

At home we all attempt the fried egg, often with varying degrees of success but that is where we stop. It serves a purpose, you can dip chips in it, make a sandwich with it or finish a full English with one. At home we never think, I’m good at poaching eggs lets have poached eggs. But we all love poached eggs. At home we think, why do I have 6 egg cups? I never even have one soft boiled egg, let alone cook 6 soft boiled eggs  for other people with soldiers. It is for these reasons that we all enjoy the chalet holiday egg for breakfast and is the reason why when we are on a chalet holiday we will eat at least one egg a day for six days!


My first time in the Alps

My first time in the Alps 

As a regular blogger on this site I am always looking for different stories to tell about skiing. This week I have managed to get a guest blogger to share their experience. This tale comes from my wife. I am happy to say that since this experience she has become a dedicated skier and snow addict. Disclaimer – I was not on this holiday with her.

402399_10150531255103194_126137440_n“There’s one spare space on our ski holiday, anybody fancy it?”I look up from the magazine I have been browsing through at the lunch table in the staffroom. I’d always wanted to find myself a sport. At school I was always the last one chosen for teams and was always looking for a reason to excuse me from the dreaded cross country. But maybe skiing could be ‘my sport’?Visions of me dressed in ‘all the gear’, tanned face, gracefully shoop, shooping down the slopes in the French Alps passed through my mind and I find myself saying “yes please”.

The first question that is then asked is “do you ski or snowboard?”. A great conversation across the table then ensues about the merits of each sport and I am left a little bemused. I decide to follow my general rule of ‘going with the majority’. As most people on this said ski holiday appeared to be snowboarders – snowboarding it was.

As the next few weeks pass I find myself visiting every T K Maxx outlet store in London, as I’ve heard it’s the place to shop for the cheap, stylish ski clothing. I slowly start to realise that my purse strings won’t stretch to the ‘dope’ outfit I had researched on the internet and practical it had to be.

Next, my thoughts turned to my ‘apres outfit’ which I hear is as important as the ‘on piste’ outfit. The hat remains on, the goggles go up, but the jacket comes off, so thermals/layers need to match the salapetes. So many rules.

Only once the bag is packed do I start to think about what I have done. What if my attempts at skiing turn out to be as successful as cross country running? What if I break my leg on the first day? What if I can’t get on the first button lift that comes my way? Had I even sorted out any insurance?

On arriving at our chalet, all these thoughts left me and I was lulled into a false sense of security about how relaxing a time a ski holiday is. I was feed amazing food by the chef in the Alpine Action chalet. The host topped up my wine. I soaked up the surroundings from the hot tub. What a gentile holiday this was going to be.

9am, after a superb breakfast, in all my gear, we head off to the nursery slope, where my ‘friends’ give me a few pointers and then jump on a lift shouting “just leap, you’ll be fine.”


Tip of the week #2

When at the mountain restaurants, you will see locals and the instructors ordering and enjoying the “Plat du Jour” or the special dish of the day. It is often the best value and the freshest food on sale.We would recommend trying it yourself.

Warning: Andouillette or diots au vin blanc, (tripe sausages) this is not recommended as this is an acquired taste.

 Plat du Jour



Teaching a loved one to ski – Part two

Teaching a loved one to ski – Part two

To read part one click here.

It is half way through your ski holiday and you are your non-skiing partner’s unofficial instructor. Somehow instead of this feeling like a holiday it has become a chore.  Yesterday you got some skiing in on your own but this was more due to the misfortune of your partner rather than by mutual consent. When you did finally get back from skiing you found them on their fourth large glass of chalet wine. You persuade them to hobble out for some après ski.


You are both a little worse for wear, but the lessons must go on. You struggle through the pain of your hangover and your student struggles through their injury’s and hangover. You have little sympathy considering the near perfect ski conditions. Just when you were considering a temporary separation, something clicks and you now have a parallel turning sweetheart, of sorts.

After lunch you decide that it is the right time to suggest trying something more challenging. But before you can suggest it they get in first. So you choose a route that you think is realistic and set off. You wait a lot. You get cold waiting. Your attempts to cheer yourself up by flicking snow at your exhausted companion is unsurprisingly met with irritation. The lifts stop in forty minutes time. You could catch the free bus back or you could do “one more run”.

The lifts shut the minutes ago. Somehow you are still on one. It has been stopped for over twenty. Which is fifteen minutes longer than your hung over, tired, sore and cold partner’s patience will last. You should have caught the bus. It is dark and you are both silent when you get off the mountain. You are walking slightly in front and carrying two sets of skis. What you both want is a drink. As you enter the bar you spot the annoying couple from the chalet and are delighted.

The next morning you are the first down for breakfast. The annoying couple somehow talked your lovely and wonderful partner into getting a ski lesson. It doesn’t start until 10 but they are having a lie in. Let the holiday begin. Your holiday is soon cancelled with bad news. Flat light. It’s not that bad, but you think of all the good days you have missed. You meet up for lunch. They are having a great day. The instructor announces that they are a natural. You cough.

Over dinner you would be forgiven for thinking that your companion had been skiing all their life. You also find it hard to believe the distance they covered and the slopes they have been on. You should be pleased. If true you will have two more days of incident and fair paced skiing left. You should also be happy that your loved one loves skiing. Instead you feel a little inadequate that your teaching wasn’t very good. You console yourself with the knowledge that you did the hard work.

They weren’t lying. They can now ski at a reasonable level. They are now fast enough that the wait is now an enjoyable rest. The penultimate day is great. You chat, laugh, and even kiss on the chairlifts. You have a long lunch. They are celebrating their new passion and achievement. You secretly toast to the ski holidays of the future. There is even the inevitable chat about buying a place out there and the new equipment you will buy.

The last day is a late start. The new skier’s ability is holding up. You are both having a great time. You have lunch on the move. There is a thought in the back of your mind that you should supress but you can’t. Eventually you come out with how you think they should have one last challenge, you know they can do it. Three hours later you are still on the same black run shouting encouragement. Bad idea.

What is your favorite food?

What is your favourite  food?

Most people think about their winter ski holiday like this “Ski, Drink, Eat, Sleep”.  In today’s essay we will be addressing the third necessity in this list, Eat. It is not that we are ignoring the first two, if anything, by having our chalets located in Meribel and La Tania, we have done a huge amount to address the first two. Naturally we do not ignore the sleep aspect either, should you need proof of this then please refer to our individual chalets on our website.

If you think back to your university days and when you were desperately hammering out an essay hours before you boarded the coach for your Uni ski club trip, then you will probably remember starting your essay with a dictionary definition of what you were about to preach on. You will also remember that you probably did this to bump up your word count.  But in this way we shall also precede. Eat – verb (past ate /ɛt, eɪt/; past participle eaten put (food) into the mouth and chew and swallow it: he was eating a Fondue: eat up all your oeufs[no object]:she watched her son as he ate: we ate dinner in an overpriced mountain restaurant.

If we are honest the dictionary definition has no real relevance to the rest of this essay. If it is indeed an essay. Anyway, Alpine Action takes great pride in the food we serve as we know it can make or break a holiday. Our staff are picked to reflect our passion for providing tasty food with good service to match. When we are creating our menu we make sure that it will look good, dazzle in the mouth and not leave you hungry.

One of the ways that we make sure we are cooking a great menu is by getting feedback from the most important people, the local ski instructors. Only kidding, our customers are the most important people and we really are interested in their opinion and we would like to share with you what we found.

Since the season started we have been asking our guests, out of all the meals that we have cooked them during the week which has been their favourite   We have compiled all the data and crunched the numbers and we can now reveal which has been your meal of the season.  Well we could if you would make up your mind. The results, which you will find in fig.1, show that there is practically a tie for 1st and last, with no competitors in between.


We could declare that Duck is the winner and Tartiflette the looser, but we are not going to. We are going to group the three highest as firm favorites and the three lowest as the least popular.  In fig.2 you can see what each of the meals are in full.


It would be doing our talented cooks a disservice if we didn’t look at the actual question we asked our guest to reach these results. We asked everyone who stayed with us at the end of the week which their favourite meal was. Which still means that they liked the three dishes that ranked lowest but not enough to be the all time favourite .  Although at the end of the day it is the Ducks who are the real losers.

If you have eaten with us please share with us what your favourite  meal was and why.