Last Tuesday was Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day.
This is the day which shows how important all those years of playing “cup and ball” were. Because that is the only thing which prepares you for Pancake Day.
There is no other culinary activity where reaction time is so important.
But why toss pancakes so high it makes you think that batter might have been preferable on the ceiling than Artex?
My mother’s hand/eye coordination wasn’t wonderful and the three-second rule became the norm on Pancake Day in our Balham flat. Several bottles of Guinness probably didn’t help her aim and catching skills. If they’d have had drugs tests in family kitchens in the sixties, my mum would have had a lifetime ban and not allowed to use a Kenwood Mixer unless under supervision.
It does seem odd that one day a year people throw food about (I’m not including bread rolls at weddings). You don’t go to restaurants and see chefs hurling slices of fried bread into the air and majestically catching them as if they were penguins at feeding time at the zoo.
A weird activity, but puts off deciding what to give up for Lent. As my dentist doesn’t use it anymore, I shall be giving up cocaine – I like chocolate too much.
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