My English roots show on the day before Lent. I grew up calling it Shrove Tuesday. Instead of beads and revelry, our tradition consisted of pancakes for dinner.
When I was a kid, we considered this a huge treat. My children, however, are not as impressed. I’d like to think it’s because I’m such a good cook that they miss the regular gourmet menu, but I simply don’t have enough imagination for that dream. The funny thing is that they like pancakes. Just not for supper.
Only BD and I will be home to eat tonight. I am going to forego the pancakes and cook her requested meal: a Chinese stir-fry. Instead of a Mardi Gras meal, I’ll consider it an early start on celebrating the Year of the Rat, which begins Thursday.
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At our house, as long as I cook, doesn’t matter what, the kids are happy. Who doesn’t love breakfast for dinner?