Pancake day is almost upon us and every magazine and newspaper I pick up has some theory as to its origin. Aka Shrove Tuesday, it was a day of cleansing one's soul at confession before cleansing one's body with the advent of Lent, marked by Ash Wednesday. In preparation for the fasting of Lent, like Old Mother Hubbard's bare cupboards they would only hold eggs, milk and grain and these were combined to make pancakes. Through the ages they were made both savoury and sweet with different toppings ebbing and flowing through time.
Pancake racing apparently started in the 15th Century with a housewife running down the street to church whilst still holding her pancake pan. She was obviously late; a trait I am familiar with. This morning our breakfast pancakes were finally served at noon ...
... and were well worth the wait.
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