“The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves” W.C. Fields
Shrove Tuesday. Pancake day.
As a kid the day was genuinely exciting. All day long spent in anticipation of those sugary, lemony rolled beauties, wolfed down as quickly as possible with glasses of milk to aid the process. I was a skinny kid with hollow legs and could eat a surprising amount of these things. With 6 of us kids my mum would be at the stove with three pans on the go, usually assisted by an elder sibling or two.
As the years rolled on new toppings found their way onto the menu, chocolate spread, marshmallows, maple syrup and various fruits with ice cream. As my own journey through food went further still the addition of alcohol infused flavours, nuts or the multitude of savoury options came knocking on the door.
But STOP. And this is a purely personal thing. It need go no further than lemon and sugar. The only thing that has changed since my youth is that instead of waiting for each individual pancake, 3 or 4 are now rolled together to make a greedy pig satisfying pancake cigar!
Now don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely no problem with any of the plethera of available options to accompany, fill or top a pancake. But keep them for another day. For me Shrove Tuesday is about rekindling that feeling of excitment that I felt as a kid. Goodness knows that as we grow up we lose it elsewhere.