St. Pancake's day

I've always liked making pancakes. There's a certain satisfaction that comes with getting the batter consistency just right. Getting the fat to sizzle in the pan just enough. And as it looks like it's half cooked, we get to flip the thing. One deft flick of the wrist...

And it's back to where it was!

Well, I'm not the most cordinated person ever. Getting the balance between not quite flipping and a double flip isn't easy, but after two or three goes, I have a flipped pancake.

Tasy with lemon and sugar. Or with cherry conserve.

Pancake day has to be my favourite religious holiday!