Call It What You Want

Depending on where you live and what your beliefs are, yesterday was either Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday or as in our case, Pancake Day. What the heck is Pancake Day? In the little town in England that I grew up in on Shrove Tuesday there is a peculiar little tradition called the Pancake Race. Basically you have had to live in the town for x amount of months to participate and it starts at the Market Sqaure and ends at the Church. Not just a running race cos that would be boring. So all the ladies must be dressed in an apron and wear a headscarf, and have a frying pan in hand with a pancake in it (in the States you call them crepes) and she has to dash like a looney through the streets tossing her pancake as she goes, all the way to finish line. Now this crazy little race is a big deal and every year Olneys participants race against a town in Kansas and sad but true it is even in the Guiness book of records for the fastest time ever run in a pancake race! (Nope, never did it but nearly did the year we got married)
If you should so choose you can read more about it here. Pancake Race

So last night we had pancakes for dessert and Lily had her first attempt at tossing one. This is an integral part of making pancakes! I was a nervous wreck because I have never had her working at the stove before. Oh, one other thing in this epic length post of silliness, the cookery book that we used to make the batter was mine when I was a little girl and I can honestly say, I use it frequently when I am cooking with Lily cos it is all done with pictures.

A Zesty Little Toss

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This Kid Is Unbelievable.

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She Put Way To Many Toppings On Hers (traditional ones have lemon juice and sugar)

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Cooking One

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