It was the first time for many years that I'd attempted this, and the batter (made using Katherine Whitehorn's recipe from the venerable Cooking in a Bedsitter) was a little thick, but none the worse for that.
Turns out I still have the tossing knack, learned from my mum, of shizzling the pancake from side to side a couple of times before suddenly pulling the pan out from under it so it flips over.
There was enough batter for five each. We had them with chocolate spread, with cherry jam, with maple syrup and, in a daring twist on tradition, with sugar and lime juice (Sainsbury's were out of Jif lemons).
Point gerbil, not to be left out, had a tiny crispy corner and enjoyed it very much. Giving people food to pets: so reprehensible, so cute.
huskyteer's Pancake Playlist:
- Take Me To The Mardi Gras - Paul Simon
- Saint Alfonso's Pancake Breakfast / Father O'Blivion - Frank Zappa
Songs that don't actually contain any pancakes even though I was sure they would:
- Dinner Bell - They Might Be Giants
- It's The End Of The World As We Know It - R.E.M.