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 →
Hi there, this blog update can also be read at Hello! Magazine Online! If you haven’t already caught up with it there, then here is the latest from France ….!
Bonjour from me, Lee and little Hank from Clermont-Ferrand in central France. Thanks for taking the time to read my blog!
Lee has made his way to the Pyrenees for a pre-season training. A week of mountaineering, commando training, zip wires … oh and a couple of rugby matches thrown in too for good measure.
Lee pre-season training army-style!
In his absence, I’ve been welcoming some visitors from the UK and attempting to give them a taste of the Auvergne. Although, as I’m still discovering myself, it’s been more the idiot’s guide than the Lonely Planet!
After 18 years working, 14 in journalism and 9 in ITV, I am for the first time in my life taking a break. Enrolling on a short term contract as a housewife. There it is in black and white. Although until I’ve started my new job, it will not really seem true.
You may not be so surprised to read that the primary reason for vacating the news anchor hot seat for 6 months was not so much a desire to bake cakes (at which I’m useless) or throw Tupperware parties (if they even exist now). It was a more a decision motivated by the importance of nurturing the personal and the professional in equal measure.
We spend so much of our early careers competitively chasing ambitions sometimes it’s all too easy to find ourselves taking the most important things in life for granted.