Pancakes

It’s the one day in the year that the urge to eat nothing but pancakes all day becomes somewhat overwhelming. I don’t think I ever eat pancakes any other time, unless you count the occasional crêpe when holidaying in France. I’m usually a bit of a boring lemon-juice-and-sugar person, occasionally being a bit more daring and going for Nutella, crème de marrons or maple syrup instead but an evening of pancake-making with a few people from church this evening has opened my eyes to new choices of filling – marmalade and mascarpone, peaches and crème fraîche, bananas and toffee sauce, mmm…