I had never heard of Pancake Day until I moved to the UK, but now that I know about it, I’ll never go a year without celebrating.
Pancake Day (celebrated on Shrove Tuesday, the day before Lent) was traditionally the day people ate up all their rich foods like flour, sugar and butter in preparation for spending the Lent season fasting. It’s not so practical these days, but it’s still celebrated…because eating pancakes is always a good idea.
Never one to pass up on an opportunity to celebrate, Adlai and I spent Pancake Day morning on Tuesday with his friends Sam and Rae and their mama, Sarah, who also happens to be one of my good friends and a real food mentor. Sarah made some delicious soaked grain pancakes and they. were. delicious. (You can find the recipe on Sarah’s blog, here.)
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned the fact that I’m from North Carolina, but Sarah’s from Texas, and while English pancakes are a little bit different, we went for American pancakes because, well, we’re American. We topped our pancakes with fresh fruit – bananas, kiwi, apples and cinnamon – and a healthy dose of maple syrup.
Later on Tuesday, Simon and I had our small group at our house, and we made pancakes again – this time a selection of my beloved American fluffy variety, and some English flat pancakes, that are a bit more like crépes and can be topped with savoury things like bacon and cheese and mushrooms…and even salmon, apparently.
I took some pictures of our pancake breakfast, but by the time the evening had rolled around, I was feeling every minute of my eight-months-pregnant, so I mostly just sat in a chair and let people bring pancakes to me.
If you’ve never celebrated Pancake Day, I highly, highly recommend it. I mean, I eat pancakes pretty often anyway, but any excuse will do.
And, of course, a gratuitous Adlai picture, because I’m obsessed with him…