Due to poor pantry management at Chateau d'Harlot, Pancake Day 07 wasn't all we'd been hoping for. The milk supplies were dwindling, so I had to supplement with water. The closest thing in the fridge to butter was low fat nuttelex (which, let me tell you, you can believe is not butter). Moreover, I'm yet to invest in a spatula, so I had to do my pancake flipping with a plastic spoon. I ended up celebrating Pancake Day with a plate full of scrambled flour.
Some time ago, I resolved that it would be crass and vulgar and transparently self-interested and altogether improper to post a gift registry on this blog. The very institution of holy matrimony (and its many unwanted kettles) would just as likely crumble within weeks. But if you do happen to be having giftwise thoughts in my general direction, you could do no better than to procure me a nice young spatula. Unless you wanted to buy me a vacuum cleaner. Or a life-sized chocolate beagle.
Speaking of which, rumours have reached me of persons who intend to give up chocolate for Lent. Here I invoke the wise words of a certain academician and brother-in-law I know, "I intend to give up Lent for chocolate." Quite right too.
* kudos to B. Bramble for originating the eligible spatula concept, circa 2001.