The way I see it, skiers can pretty much be broken down into two categories, the pleasure skier, and the athletic skier. There is the skier that seeks out the longest, most scenic way down every time and then there is the skier that has the need for speed. There is the one who carefully carves her winding way down the trail without a care in the world vs. the one that wants to be challenged and sticks mainly to black diamonds. Perhaps it’s because I am from the south or perhaps it’s because I didn’t learn to ski till I was 16 but, I am, and always will be, a pleasure skier. And being a pleasure skier comes with a deep love for the aprés ski warmth of a fire and a yummy drink.
I have made an annual New England pilgrimage six out of the past seven years in the pursuit of fresh powder and delicious aprés ski cocktails. A couple of years ago, my friend and college mentor purchased a home built in 1790, in Francestown, New Hampshire. He is an architect and an interior designer who has slowly been renovating this beautiful old home himself. It has all the charms you hope for in an old New England farmhouse, exposed beams in almost every room, massive hearths, and the most charming old barn. His incredible home happens to be 14 miles from the only Barbour clearance center in the country and five miles from Crotched Mountain, home of the fastest ski lift in New England!
I’m the kind of girl who will pick a ski trip over a beach vacation any day and I look forward to our annual trip almost as much as I look forward to Christmas. I absolutely love the thrill of the first time off the lift, the bite of the cold air on my face as I race down the slopes and of course, that first sip of a warm aprés ski cocktail in front of the fire. Our trip to New Hampshire this year was filled with fresh snow, lazy brunches and lots and lots of red wine. Full trip recap coming soon but for now, I will leave you with this sweet little recipe.