I returned to The Menagerie for a couple of days this week. As I made my way there on Tuesday (Shrove Tuesday!) I suddenly realised it was Pancake Day as well.
I just had to remember to get some ingredients and the only way I could was to keep muttering ‘pancakes, pancakes’ as I travelled my journey.
At the local shop I was confronted by all the usual ingredients in a special display entitled ‘Don’t Forget Pancake Day’.
‘Yes ok don’t rub it in,’ I thought to myself.
I filled the shopping basket with pancake mix, golden syrup, nutella, lemon juice and sugar. Peanut butter and picalilli briefly entered my mind but I thought better of it.
When I arrived at The Menagerie I was greeted by a chorus of excited children.
‘Dad! You remembered!’ they shouted excitedly.
‘How could I forget?’ I replied with a twinkle in my eye.
So we made pancakes. And a lot of mess. But it was fun. R even invented pancake dumplings – they have exactly the same ingredients as pancakes but involve the cack handed use of a spatula. Tasty though – once you could stop them sticking to your teeth.
We even had fun seeing who was best at flipping them over. Overall, it was brilliant fun.
Well it was until H said, ‘Dad, we think you’re the world’s greatest tosser.'
