“I can’t believe it’s pancake day already – it’s really creped up on us this year!”
Text received from youngest son first thing yesterday morning.
We had ours with maple syrup, lemon and sugar, and golden syrup. Not all at once, you understand.
It all helped reduce the egg mountain that’s been accumulating in our kitchen. The hens seem to have gone into over-drive.
We enjoyed them so much, we’re going to do it all over again this evening for youngest son and daughter-in-law. Despite (or maybe because of?) the awful pun.