Pancake day is circled, starred & highlighted on my calendar.
We've always had a bit of a competition back home about who can eat the most. Obviously being "a grown up" means I've moved out & can no longer compete with my brothers, but luckily for me Will & the boys were more than happy to take up the challenge.
...Provided I did the cooking.
Another day, another stripy top. Apparently I'm obsessed.
This was a wee Valentines treat to myself from Joseph. It's ridiculously soft with beautifully long sleeves and makes me feel a little like Beetlejuice. In a good way.
Anyway, back to pancakes.
Even I have to check my recipes now & then!
Will has very strict ideas on what makes the best batter, so huffed & puffed & told me off throughout.
We went American this year & accessorised with a smorgasbord of toppings.
Finally we all sat down to feast with glasses of wine & James Taylor on the speakers (my iPod, music taste inherited from my dad I'm afraid).
Fuzzy Fred & Oli were in charge of laying the table & were rather proud of their candle work.
Who could blame them?
I was a little bit proud of my own work...
Look at all that bacon & syrup!
Something I'm going to have to repeat, with or without Pancake Day.
Ps. I finally got off my butt & made a Facebook page so I can stay in touch with you guys. Please feel free to pop over & say hello!