For one day of the year it’s the only thing people talk about and everyone says that they are going to do it way more often. For that day they will be served in every house, there are even races in the streets in their honour. They pledge to buy their eggs, flour and milk and mix them into a batter, stick them in the frying pan and cook them up to cover them in lemon and sugar. But I did it this week. Yep, on a very autumnal morning I made pancakes. They were supposed to be for my little girl, but after a first bite she decided she didn’t like them, so I ate them, all of them.

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