Last Tuesday was Shrove Tuesday, the last day before the voluntary privations of Lent. In Latin America they let rip: they let it all hang out in a mad orgy of exotic costumes, dancing-girls, music, dancing in the streets; the ‘Mardi Gras’, or ‘Fat Tuesday‘. Eat, drink & be merry: for tomorrow we diet!
Here, we make pancakes. And, with huge imagination, we call it ‘Pancake Day’. Rock’n'roll!
Actually I love pancakes. And as a Dad of increasingly active twin toddlers I’m pretty sure I don’t have the energy to jump around in the streets with beautiful, scantily clad Brazilian girls, and…
Oh, never mind: I’m not even convincing myself here! But I do like pancakes.
So at their church playgroup on Tuesday we made pancakes. The children put them together & the organisers cooked them, then we all ate them.
I was given the job of breaking an egg into the saucepan & amazingly I even managed it with reasonable competence. Then Ellie was given the responsibility of being Chief Egg-Whisker in Residence. I’m not sure why, as she’d never done anything like this before. The only things she’d stirred or whisked before were things which mostly do not belong in a pancake, & that for only as long as it took us to make her stop. The organisers, seasoned campaigners in the subtle arts of The Pancake Day Playgroup, must have seen in Ellie the secret sign of The Whisker of the Egg.
Either that or they noticed that her top already had yellow spots on it which act as a convenient mask for any spare bits of egg that may land there. Or that, being male, I was unlikely to notice any egg-stains anyway, or be too bothered if I did. And they would probably be right on all counts.
Well their eggy ESP seems to have been spot-on, as Ellie took to egg-whisking as if she’d been doing it all her young life! All we did was stick the whisk in her hand & away she went. She needed no help nor encouragement from anyone & whipped up an eggy pancake mix in no time.
I was astonished, as I often am with both her & her brother these days.
And she, along with Jake, continued her journey to Masterchef in a different playgroup the next day, which was my Silent Sunday post yesterday.
My little girl is growing up!
And the pancakes were delicious.
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- What is Shrove Tuesday all about (examiner.com)
- Most call it Mardi Gras, Some call is Shrove Tuesday, I call it Pancake Day! (thehiltonburnellfiles.wordpress.com)
- Oops, nearly forgot Shrove Tuesday aka Pancake day! (clairecappetta.wordpress.com)