I didn’t make pancakes for lunch, as promised, because I was stuck in the Endless Index. And we went out for Italian food, where they surprised us with complimentary pancakes for dessert.
They were English pancakes, of course, lacy and sweet and lemony, which I could be very persuaded to love a lot more than North American ones.
And now, I really need to shoulder the Lenten frame of my childhood and lay off the wine gums and ice cream for the next 40 days.
I love that turn of phrase: “I could be very persuaded…” Because just being persuaded would not be enough!
I’ve given up wine this year for Lent, and it’s already killing me (it’s Ash Wednesday!)