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.
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.
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