Most of us love pancakes. I’ve not done any substantial research but I’m pretty sure this is a statement of fact. It’s substantiated at the very least by my social media timelines, which were recently scattered with photos of people’s attempts at cooking the batter-based delicacies for Shrove Tuesday.
Hiking the beautiful volcanic Auvergne region
Indeed, Pancake Day – as it is now more commonly known – has gradually morphed into solely a festival of eating much like the true meaning of Christmas has gradually been taken over by present giving. It is designed to be a celebration of food of course, but only because it’s meant to co-exist with a period of fasting which, from a religious point of view, is meant to follow for 40 days and 40 nights until Easter comes around. Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day, therefore, represents your last chance to stuff your face before you starve yourself. But, whether we like it or not, these days it’s more about the eating than giving much of a thought to the fasting.
Weights (…with a few tips from my hubby!)
Please be aware this is by no means a lecture on Christian values. I’ve never been one to preach it unless I practice it and the last time I checked, Mardi Gras lived up to it’s literal ‘Fat Tuesday’ translation for me – and meant little more besides whooping at successful pancake flipping and subsequent munching. So, as lent comes to an end once again and I have failed to give anything up once again, I’ve decided to change my tactic. Because, after all, giving up – like breaking up – is hard to do. Continue reading →
Yes, it may be May. But the weather has taken a while to get the message.
The start of last month was the coldest on record since the 60s; it’s only been a matter of weeks since I last reported severe snow in Wales; and it’s fair to say most of us are hardly out of overcoats and thick tights. Winter has so hogged the limelight this year, that Spring has barely yet sneaked a turn on the seasonal stage and Summer is still somewhere in the wings, learning its lines.
It hasn’t always been so shy of attention. Unless my memories are belied by nostalgia, I’m sure I remember long, hot adolescent summer times played out to the soundtrack of Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. So why has balmy Britain retreated to the shadows? Well, science is working on that. Recently, a hardy ITV news crew visited a small research station in the Arctic. There they spoke to experts who believe that rapid melting of the ice may be responsible. A smaller temperature difference between the Arctic and us, means a slower jet stream and longer spells of colder temperatures here.
The result: weirder winters and a nation deficient in Vitamin D. With reserves in short supply, we’ve all been in extended hibernation until things warm up a degree or two.