Shrove Tuesday/Pancake Day

 One of the great treats of my younger life was when on Shrove Tuesday my mother made Pancakes. 

We (deeply Protestant) knew little about being SHRIVEN (given Priestly  absolution) before Lent.

We would have scorned the very idea of dietary obligations in Lent.

We didn't understand the custom of using up eggs and milk etc. by making pancakes.

In truth they were not "American" Pancakes.  They were CREPES, a far superior comestible (Vive la France)

An annual treat!

I'd planned to make my own Crepes tomorrow (yes, I know that you prepare them in advance.)

My own Crepes can wait awhile.

Instead I'll be with my friends Donna and Ashley for a late breakfast at "Mademoiselle Paris" at the local Mall.

.CREPE, PANCAKE OR WAFFLE BREAKFAST $6.85 $15.65 BUTTER & SUGAR CREPE, PANCAKE OR WAFFLE, 2 EGGS ANY STYLE, BACON & 1 SIDE OF FRUITS 

I'll choose a butter and sugar Crepe, just like at home!


Thanks Mum!



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