Fasnacht Day... Mardi Gras... Fat Tuesday... Pancake Day. Call it what you will, it's THE signal to indulge.
I lived in Southcentral PA (think: Pennsylvania Dutch) where fasnachts ruled. Fried pieces of dough, really, is all they are. And am I ever glad there aren't any around here. Temptation ain't the half of it. They're certainly the best fried pieces of dough I ever had.
And beignets. There's the New Orleans version of fasnachts, which are beignets. Quite tasty.
My grandmother used to make real, honest-to-goodness from-scratch deep-fried-in-lard doughnuts. What I said about fasnachts being the best pieces of fried dough I ever had? I take it back: Gram's were better.
But I didn't come here to discuss doughnuts.
I came here to discuss pancakes.
Now, that's the English version - flipping pancakes is A Big Deal. They have traditional competitions - actual races - where people carry skillets and flip pancakes and so forth.
You may recall a couple years ago Princess Kate (yeh, I know, but it amuses me) was photographed flippin' pancakes:
In my (admittedly limited) experience, British pancakes - regardless of how they're presented - are thin, crepey things:
You'd think this would make them easier to flip, wouldn't you? That presupposes I have any real ability (pretensions) to being a "real" cook. They wrote a song about me, in fact.
I don't know how legible it will post, so consider it relates exactly what's happening in the following:
My philosophy is, there's a reason the utensil in the kitchen drawer is called a "pancake turner." What I really want is a vehicle for (a little butter) and LOTS OF MAPLE SYRUP.
Forget those crepey things.
If it ain't authentic maple syrup, it ain't worth it.
I'm going to send the following to Himself:
I may not be much good at making pancakes, but I'm a blue-ribbon winner when it comes to drenching 'em in maple syrup.
With or without pancakes, have a good 'un, Sparklers - carpe diem!