Fat Pancake

9 February 2005 at 08:52 Leave a comment

In various Christian societies, yesterday was known as Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, Shrove Tuesday and here in England … Pancake Day.

Yes, instead of stuffing themselves on food and wine, the British all eat pancakes.

I have no idea why.

And I’m not kidding, at the store you couldn’t get anywhere near the egg section. Since the young women all wear those low-rise pants here it looked more like a plumber’s convention than a grocery store herd of egg-buyers.

Everyone in front of us in line had eggs and flour and maybe a candy bar or some other impulse buy. A woman stared hard at our selection of chicken, wine and sweet potatoes (I mean, leaned over!). I even heard one guy ask a clerk if they had pancake mix.

bb thinks we’ve traded down on the Mardi Gras/Pancake Day thing.

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