Oh blimey. So it is. It’s really not very convenient tonight, but surely it rather goes against the spirit of the season, to have Pancake Day pancakes on the wrong day. I mean, you can have them at any time but I never do make them – I used to make savoury pancakes sometimes, but they could be cooked ahead and then rolled or layered with a filling and baked. The sort you toss and eat with lemon juice and sugar are not that much trouble really, but they involve hordes of hopeful family standing around with plates, wanting their turn with the frying pan but not at the expense of eating time.
I went to a Roman Catholic school and, as you might imagine, they were very keen on the whole Lent experience. Smearing their foreheads with ash on Ash Wednesday and keenly Giving Up *Something* for Lent. We Church of Englanders found the whole thing a bit ritualistic and bemusing (yeah, I know, as is any religion) and I’ve never done it. I don’t see the point.
So it’s with no orthodoxical anxiety that I rather wish I could get away with transferring Pancake Day to tomorrow, just a feeling that my little boys will be disappointed if they don’t get their treat.
I’ll tell them that if they want them they can have them, but it’ll have to be early and as a first course as I’m going out at 7.15. I’ve made a pie that can go in the oven and they can eat after that.
I did remember to buy* the lemons.
*pick up from the shop. I do put money in the till sometimes, but I estimate.
UPDATE The Sage is in favour of procrastination