pancakes, pancakes, rah, rah, rah!
Lent, the season of deprivation that I have so much affection for, arrives on the scene really early this year - February 6th. I’m having a Pancake Tuesday dinner the night before. It’s on, you know, a Tuesday, so I was expecting maybe ten takers. I just checked and I have a confirmed guest list of something just over twenty.
My kids, who miss out on most of our social fun, should be delighted. (As for me and my house, we’re going to attempt to acquire a griddle.) Ulysses is actually arriving mid-gathering as he’s in Toronto that day, so I think I’ll haul the kids into all the fun and excitement of hosting a shin-dig. I’ll tell them tonight that they’re welcome to invite friends of their own.
Orange juice, fruit salad, pancakes, sausage (fake and not fake), maple syrup, cheap champagne. . . have I forgotten anything? Coffee?