Yesterday was Shrove Tuesday - Pancake Day - I suppose the beginning of Lent has to be celebrated with something luscious and sweet before the days of abstinence to come. I love pancakes and so does the farmer, so there is no way I can get out of making them; nor would I wish to.
But walking round the Supermarket with the farmer yesterday morning (he has to take me as I cannot drive at present) we came across a large unit holding nothing but plastic squeezy bottles of something optimistically called "Pancake Mix". Our Supermarket is on a large army garrison so that I would guess a large proportion of the customers are young women with children. Those pancake mix bottles were disappearing off the shelves as if by magic.
We speculated on why it would be necessary to buy Pancake mixture when the stuff is so easy to make and when you make it yourself you know exactly what is in it. Flour, egg and milk and that's it, so why would you need to buy it?
Fling all three ingredients in a basin, whisk it up until bubbles appear on the top, cover it and put it in the fridge for an hour and there you are - it is all ready to use. And, what is more, you know exactly what is in it - a few additives in the flour and everything else is untainted. In these days of the horsemeat scandal I am suspicious of everything - this may well be only the tip of the iceberg I feel.
Apparently Domestic Science, or whatever it is called these days, is to be taught to everyone in schools again from something like 2014.
In my day at school you only did D S if you were considered too poor at academic subjects to merit more 'serious' subjects. Didn't this imply that only 'dim' people could spend their time doing menial things like cooking - all those in other jobs could afford to pay somebody to do it for them?
I am not for a minute suggesting that everyone should spend all day slaving over a hot stove but really I do things have come to a pretty pass when folk can't even make their own pancakes.
Ours by the way were delicious - three each, served with lemon juice and caster sugar. The farmer pointed out that he used to have his with Golden Syrup - I offered him some but he turned it down.
Not sure whether that was because he really preferred lemon or whether he thought he would incur my wrath at eating something so obviously not good for his health or weight!
It is snowing heavily here in North Yorkshire - as the weather forecast said it would. It is supposed to turn to rain later. In the meantime it is grey and bitterly cold. I hope my new header cheers you all up a bit.
** I am experiencing problems with the internet (what's new) - it keeps coming and going, so if I am off air for a couple of days you will know why. The computer man is coming in the morning and hopefully he will sort it out - it seems I may need a new hub.