Pancake Day

I celebrated my time off with a little too much wine.  I just can't drink anymore Col.  I watched "Legends of the Fall", a brilliant film, (cried my eyes out.)  with a stellar cast, and a film that I haven't watched for about fifteen years, it was wonderful, all of the cast exemplary, I hope Sir Anthony Hopkins received some recognition for his portrayal of the Father.

I slept solidly for nine hours, then my alarm woke me, which means that I wasn't done yet, but it's a start.

I felt slightly hung over and not able to workout, but I did attempt one of my goals; to make pancakes.  Not the American fluffy kind, but the normal, English pancakes that I was brought up on, well, every Pancake Day anyway... the flat kind.  I'd unearthed Mum's griddle pan last weekend and researched recipes, I was good to go.

I have watched my Mum stand at the stove and produce pancake after perfect pancake.  She was amazing, but how hard can it be?

Turns out... quite, actually.  So, I rose, measured everything out and heated up the griddle pan.  It was only while I was standing over the heat that I wondered if my memory was slightly befuddled.  Yes, my Mum painstakingly stood over the plate and poured perfect batter, time after time.

Now that I'm looking at my batter, on the hotplate, wishing it not to fall off the edge, wondering if my memories are slightly askew?

Did Mum produce pancakes on Pancake Day, in the iron frying pan that I can barely lift, not the griddle pan... the one without edges?  Was it Scotch pancakes on the griddle pan?  An entirely different type of pancake, that was produced on the griddle?

My attempts were, how should I put this?  I mean, they were not terrible, but my pancakes did not resemble my Mum's, nor did they taste like Mum's.  Not sure where they went wrong.  Managed a few bites.  Better luck, next time.

Saturday afternoon and I should be doing many,  many chores, but I am, instead, watching 'Funny Girl'.  God, Barbra Streisand is beautiful and brilliant in this role.  Also feeling quite melancholy about Mr Sharif, a sad and recent loss. 

Aiming to decompress, need to decompress.  Really need to sleep.