Panshrovecaketuesday
Happy Panshrovecaketuesday!
Once when I was very small, on Shrove Tuesday my brother tried to get me excited for tea, and wanted me to guess what we were having. I had no idea and asked for a clue. He told me it was something we only have once a year. To which I confidently replied "DIPPY EGGS!"
I considered having a dippy egg alongside tonight's feast, by way of honouring the pure innocence of my baby self, or to wind the children up. As it is, I have already been enjoying winding my children up this week by imitating that James Acaster bit where he explains the meaning of the word Shrove1:
It's the past tense of the verb to shrive. As in the following example: "Hey! Wanna shrive today?"
"No thanks, I already shrove."
And offering no further explanation. They hate it, and I think it's just the perfect amount of stupid.
For what it's worth, the definition is:
V. (of a priest) to listen to someone's confession about what they have done wrong, and offer forgiveness 2
So that clears that up.
Anyway, Shrovecakedaytuespan in our house this year consisted of three different types of pancakey goodness, as there were strong expectations from two of the children as to what constitutes the correct food. So I made waffles, American style (apparently that means not Scotch) pancakes, and crêpes for myself.
And as is tradition, I had a savoury one before I got into the sugary toppings. My siblings are adamant that my parents didn't force this upon me, but I have distinct and strong memories of it! Tonight's was ham, cheese, and a fried egg, with a bit of onion chutney. Then bacon with maple syrup, and finally lemon juice with sugar. Delish.
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Footnotes
Try as I might, I can't find a clip of it. It's on one of his Netflix specials, I think.↩