An Ode To The Pancake

It’s here. The magical time in a food lovers life, pancake day. Shrove Tuesday for those of a Christian faith, for others though, it’s a time of stocking up the nutella cupboard (you have one right?), getting whimsically inspired by savoury varieties and well, just taking the plunge on the worst puns for being, “the best tosser in the house.”

For the pancake is more than just a reminder that Easter is upon us, or the fact that we need to give something up for 40 days & 40 nights; I can already feel the catholic guilt searing through my body that I just won’t bother. The pancake has a more unconventional modern history as well.

It has been used, by an actual mathematician, to figure out how you should appropriately stack towels; you could start to question the validity of PHD’s at this point but this is the existential stuff we need answering, not some nonsense about the Higgs Boson particle. I don’t care what happens in Switzerland the best part of the time, but knowing that there is a 2 mile track of heavy engineering near Geneva that could could be a mix of Black Mirror and Stranger Things does have me awake at night.

Across the world they have festivals for this time of the year. Carnival in Rio is a smorgasboard of everything that you would class as very, un-pc. Carnevale in Venice makes you realise where Kubric got his idea for THAT scene in Eyes Wide Shut, and Mardi Gras in New Orleans is a festival of life, love and beads… which is for other things. We have a tefal pan and jar of nutella to contend with, and that’s if we can be bothered.


Why are we leaving it to just one day? Why do we spend the year thinking about pancakes until the run up, or that last minute shopping trip to grab a pack of flour and be left wanting with the “spelt” variety. Never, buy the pre made ones, that’s just cheating on yourself…

So to you, dear pancake, let me personally say thank you. You’re not hard to make, you’re not an eyesore either. You can be sweet or savoury, and you can fill a persons world with joy in a short space of time. You’re like curling only, we see you a little more often than the winter, olympic cleaning sport.

We should be having you more often, we should cherish your smug, “I didn’t catch in the pan” repertoire, we should see you more than a yearly, nutella coated fling… Let me refer you thus to Agent Cooper, yes he of Twin Peaks because, this, this is how we should treat ourselves to the world of the pancake; “Harry, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.”

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