i love pancakes. we eat them so very often in our house
for breakfast because kenny is the king of pancakes. he makes them from
scratch and that has turned me into a pancake snob: i don't like
pancakes from a mix. we eat them pretty bland as well: just butter and
maple syrup.
last night, shrove tuesday, was the pancake dinner at our church...a tradition that
dates back hundreds of years in anglican/episcopal churches. we had
more than syrup to pour over them. we had whipped cream and chocolate
chips, bananas and strawberries (i forgot the blueberries...and i heard
about it from four people!). cinnamon rolls and orange juice, and
sausage links rounded off the breakfast-feast. it was truly a fat tuesday, carb-heavy, un-lenty meal.
i like what i read on a blog earlier in the week to describe the contrast of "fat tuesday" and ash wednesday:
for today, we eat [pancakes]; tomorrow, we eat the Bread of Life.
we went to the ash wednesday service today as a family.
it's the first time we have been to the service together since having kids. i
think it's a good trend to start now that it's a bit more manageable,
and will become so much moreso as the boys get older.
it's one thing to
receive the ashes on your own head. it's a totally different thing to
watch as your children receive ashes and are told, "remember that you
are dust, and to dust you will return."