Shrove Tuesday: Pancakes in a hurry
Today I started a new job in the city...and today is Shrove Tuesday. Not a perfect combination for pancakes. Perhaps I should explain....I am now one of those depressed looking peak-hour commuters on the train, leaving stupidly early and arriving home too late. Combine this with a musical schedule that tends to involve rehearsals or meetings nearly every night of the week, and you don't have a lot of time when you get home. Bah!
Anyway, I started today and was feeling a bit lost and lonely. I didn't know anybody and had a empty desk in a corner of the room, hidden behind shelves, so had nobody to speak to - and am doing a pretty tedious job. I'm surrounded by very intense men who just seem to stare intensely at their computers and don't seem to take any toilet or lunch breaks. I think they're robots! After a desultory lunch at my desk, which left me hungry (tinned soup is not only yuck, but not nearly filling enough on a cold, rainy day), I couldn't wait to get home.
A. was in a similar situation, having started a new job yesterday and still feeling a bit lost and lonely. We both don't have access to email, so frantically exchanged text messages at lunch, reminding each other that we had to make pancakes tonight before rehearsal. Yay! After all, you can't not have pancakes on Shrove Tuesday/Mardi Gras/Pancake Day!
Well, we messed up our train connections, and got to our station later than preferred, then had to walk 20 minutes home (no car today) to find we had all of 1 hour at home before we had to leave again. Yippee! Welcome to the world of full-time commuter life.
We were pretty resouceful in our 1 hour. Not only did we watch most of an episode of Dr Who while we collapsed on the couch with a bowl of curry, but while I got changed A. started preparing pancake batter. I came down to find him hard at work with bowls and eggs and blenders and frypans going wild...and I was so grateful to let him take over. What you see above is him in full-flight - 2 pans on the go ready to be doused in lemon juice and sprinkled with caster sugar or, the great Australian favourite, slathered in CSR Golden Syrup. Mmmmmm...
Now it's time to get some sleep, otherwise I'll feel suitably shriven!