Happy Pancake Day!
Boy, do I love this holiday! Is it a holiday? Don’t know. It should be. (In case you didn’t notice, I’m functioning with a slight sugar rush right now. Apologies for any typos.) So, yeah… I actually didn’t know that there was such a day until I came to England. I mean I know it originally started as a “Let’s clear out the kitchen before Lent” thing but I am of the firm (and probably heretic) opinion that sometimes celebrating the name is more important than celebrating the reason behind the holiday. You should have seen what I did in honour of Never-you-mind-my-relationship-status Day last Saturday. And how will this crazy kid celebrate Pancake Day you ask? Well, for one I’ll be eating lots of pancakes. For another I will be doing the first round of spring cleaning in my house. Random, I know, but I have this soufflé recipe I wanna try, and I don’t know about you, but I cannot cook in a dirty kitchen. And if I’m gonna clean the kitchen, might as well do the entire house (minus flatmates’ bedrooms, that’s their problem). Unfortunately, before I do any of this I need to get some homework out of the way, so I will cut this short and go back to my complaining about the insane amount of alliteration in Morte Arthur (only 1000 lines to go!)
I hope you all have wonderful days and don’t get a stomach ache from too many pancakes!