Alpine food + Savoie wines

And a nostalgic trip down memory lane

Because I had the definition of a privileged childhood, my parents took me skiing every year from the age of five until I left home. At 18, I worked a winter season as a chalet host in the French Alps (with hindsight, this was the best-suited-to-Vicky job I’ve ever had) and I even managed to go back during my Easter holidays at university to help out at…