Well, I say if the weather is going to go all gray and soggy, we might as well be eating après-ski food in the chalet.
The chalet, of course, would be this old 1963 house in inner suburbia. Hard to tear yourself away when there are ukuleles on the bookshelves and Roy Orbison on the CD.
The chalet food would be raclette. Stinky French-Swissy cheese, melted and smeared on boiled potatoes, accompanied by cornichons and cocktail onions.
Cranky's innovation was to melt the cheese on top of the potatoes (under the broiler). Their warmth kept the cheese melty.
Not very "ukulele" food, but terribly groovy and James Bondy.