A well-stocked refrigerator at Ben Hame yielded a bag of lemons. I chose the two that were slightly misshapen, a hand-painted plate, and set out to do something a little less picky, a little faster, a little simpler than I usually do – primarily because I was semi-babysitting. My young friend Ethan, age 5, was so busy having “Pac-Man Time” on his IPad that all I had to do was listen for the beeping to stop… easiest babysitting I ever did. And I like the lemons, too!
The ski chalet at Ben Hame is famous in certain circles for the ubiquitous pigs – skiing pigs, sitting pigs, pigs on placemats, beaded pigs, wax pigs, embroidered pigs, pig-handled cheese knives, bacon in the warming drawer… the list goes on. My personal favorite was this antique cast iron piggy bank. The moral of the story: be careful what you start to collect.