We never had crêpes growing up. My Dad was the king of pancakes and breakfast-for-dinner nights when my mom was off duty. If we were lucky our sunday morning flapjacks would come bearing mini chocolate chips. Some in the shape of a ‘J’ for me and a ‘S’ for my sister and some others in very curious looking forms that we would try to poor for ourselves. Sitting around the kitchen…
I had tears in my eyes as I locked the door to our little house back in Morzine. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding and I wasn’t sure I was ready to let go of the key just yet. It was an unexpected moment of emotion as Matt waited for me in the driveway, standing in the middle of pouring rain beside our bikes, packed and ready…
We take family traditions pretty seriously in the Kay Clan. Holidays are no exception. At Christmas there were always cinnamon buns and grapefruits for breakfast. My sister and I would buy ridiculous matching festive pyjama pants and my parents would sport santa hats. A baileys coffee while opening gifts was a welcomed addition as we got older. April Fools Day was another good one. Our underwear drawers would be empty…
I’ve always been a bit of an early bird, even when I was younger. I’m not very good at staying up late, and forget about accomplishing anything even remotely productive after 9pm. The list of movies that I have only seen the first half of is embarrassingly long. Falling asleep on the couch is a habit that I’m not proud of, but the pure comfort of closing your eyes the…