FROM MORMOR’S KITCHEN
SKI, AX, & JULEKAKE
Text+styling by Paul Lowe Photography by Alexandra Grablewski
How a freak accident destroyed my
dreams of becoming an Olympic skier
I was around 12 when this happened.
There I was in the middle of a forest with a broken leg. Some
older kids came by and carried me a bit towards home, and one
of them went ahead to call my dad. He came and carried me the
rest of the way.
After a night at the hospital I came home and my
grandmother had made one of my favorite winter cakes,
Julekake. I still remember the comforting smell as soon as I
entered the house. It was served with butter and brown goat
cheese, and even after my misadventures I came to believe that
life wasn’t too bad.
As soon as the cast came off my leg I went down to the
basement and chopped up my skis with an ax. No friend or
family member has ever asked me to go skiing since.