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20 February 2007
It's Pancake Day! What are you putting on your pancakes?→[More:]
I'm a sugar and lemon traditionalist, in the main.
If you make enough pancakes, you can have all the toppings - sugar & lemon on several, maple syrup, Nutella on one or two, perhaps even some ratatouille... why yes, I have forgotten the true meaning of Lent.
That reminds me, I need to go to Morrison's. Thanks!
Even Lemon is not that traditional. The idea was to use up all the fats & sugar in your pantry before the 40 days of abstinence, so mixing them all together you got pancakes.
I wonder when Lemon became part of the mix.
aw, altolinguistic! I never find blueberries here! That's why I was counting on you! We'll have to get Miko, LT, terrapin, or Jessamyn to whip us up a batch.
It's pancake day today? Does that mean the start of Lent or something? Does that mean I can't gorge on chocolate and red wine (both, naturally, for health reasons).
TheDonF -- do it today, you're safe. Only from tomorrow must you abstain. (A practice my choir used to wholeheartedly break with our 'traditional Ash Wednesday curry' after the evening service... but I digress.)
You can definitely get blueberries from the supermarkets here; I used to have them with yoghurt for breakfast. Not sure when they're really in season, though. Bilberries are similar, but slightly different, I think...?
yes, there probably are blueberries in the shops, but I tend to look at the country things have been flown from, rather than the name of the product, and if it's outside Europe I tend not to look further. I only buy them when French or British ones are available.
Putting them in pancakes is a bit weird over here, though - any Brits care to contradict me?
on closer googling, it seems that bilberries and whortleberries are the same thing, and people in the South-West (who are a bit strange anyway) call them whortleberries. The big supermarkets just sell 'blueberries', though (regardless of what they actually are).
I don't care what recipe they use at the Shrove Tuesday pancake supper at church as long as we get to polka!!
(But buckwheat pancakes with a little garlic and rosemary, with hot beef or pork gravy...that's my idea of nontraditional pancakes. Pesto vice gravy, in a pinch.)
Specklet Whuffleberries must:
Be whole and firm
be fresh in appearance
be sound: specklets which are spoiled or inwhuffleable due to due to fermentation or for other reasons are not acceptable
be clean: specklets should be free from foreign matter or abnormal external moisture
be loose, specklets adhering to one another are not acceptable.
be of good visual quality
Specklet Whuffleberries must not:
have foreign taste or smell
have insect or pest damage
contain more than 10% by weight of defective specklets: unripe or over ripe, defective in colour, damaged, other whuffleable specklets
contain not more than 60 particles/ kg of impurites: leaves, stems or other harmless foreign matter like sugar gliders
I'm not having pancakes as I'm trying to wean myself off wheat and starchy foods. Plus, you can only really enjoy a pancake when it's stuffed with banana, chopped nuts and nutella, with a scoop of ice cream and a crumbled Cadbury's Flake on top.
Wait, banana is a fruit. Therefore pancake = fruit.
ooh... pancakes. I totally forgot, and not having any fat-tuesday related plans (well, I don't think I can classify mopping my floor as a fat tuesday plan), it seems the perfect time to break into the Barefoot Contessa pancake mix and syrup I got for Christmas.
Although I think I'd walk over broken glass suspended in hot lava for that concoction of ej's (minus the bannana, I'm allergic!)
One of the happiest memories before my own personal expulsion from Eden (I'll eventually be divorced) was cooking pancakes for myself and my son on Saturday mornings. It was one of the few cooking chores where I'd really put him in charge (while hovering withing quick-recovery range, of course). I'd measure the ingredients, crack the egg, and do the really physical part of whisking the batter, but I made him pull his share of the mess-crank duty including cleanup. And we'd get to eat oddly shaped pancakes while watching Cartoon Network. He's four states away, and our infrequent visits never seem to happen near a kitchen we can use.
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