I absolutely love pancakes. A day where you just have to have pancakes is my dream come true. For about six months we had pancakes every Sunday morning with apple sliced or grated into the batter. Like this lovely recipe. I love adding fruit to the batter as it makes them 'healthy' and then you can drench them in glorious maple syrup. But for the past few months whilst I've been writing and baking up the book there has been nothing but cake in the house. We have lost our appetite for sugar. It's a sad day when you realise that no, you don't feel remotely like having cake or biscuits with your cup of tea. I had to make a new house rule: Nobody is to leave empty handed. If someone calls, give them cake. So the run up to lent and the symbolic pancake making has never been so apt. I am giving up sugar! Hurray! But first I must eat loads of drop scones.
I made my pancakes with a mixture of duck and hen eggs. Ever since we had to send our ducks & hens to Leahys Farm because of Bo and her overactive 'prey drive' I really miss not having real eggs. Luckily my parents have very productive hens that appear to even pencil in the date on their own eggs. The new project for Spring is to build a safe and secure hen coop that keeps birds in and Bo/foxes/bears out. I can't wait and am already boring the ear off a very talented carpenter that has agreed to build it. Yay!
Happy Pancake Day!