I was chatting to the guys at my local Italian greasy spoon the other day and they 'fessed up that they buy ready made pancake mix. Just how pathetic is that? It takes ten minutes to whip up some batter, just how lazy have we all become?
The Mrs phoned me as I was doing my Woodlarks training walk to say that she and Joshua had been to church and that he had greatly enjoyed seeing pancakes flipped and then eating them and so could I make some more that evening? Given that she has a new job in the Grim North so is not here during the week, it was resolved that we would indeed celebrate Shrove Tuesday two days early.
The first one did not work out so well. I was a bit out of practice on the flipping and screwed up. So Joshua had that one - with some spare minced beef. Using up leftovers before lent we really were getting into the spirit. Thereafter my flipping scored perfect sixes and the one below was served with honey for the Mrs as we watched Endeavour post Joshua bed-time.
Rather losing the Lent spirit, the Mrs suggests we should have pancake day more often than just once a year.
