To toss or not to toss – that is the question.
I’m talking pancakes, of course. And, yes, I know Pancake Day
was yesterday but I’d already finished yesterday’s blog before we sat down to dinner. So, a little belatedly, I'd like to know if you tossed your pancakes? And if you didn’t, why not and did it matter?
As you will know if you read my blog of a couple of days ago, Mr B and I had put in some practice in the days leading up to yesterday in a bid to be Pancake Perfect on the big day. In the spirit of
togetherness, we shared the actual making of them. I did the mixing bit and Mr B did the cooking. I can report that our pancakes were thoroughly delicious – but we forgot to toss them. Or, at least, I thought we had forgotten but Mr B complains
that this was not a memory lapse on his part but down to the fact that I had made the batter mixture a bit too thick. A likely story...
I remember when the Youngest
of the Darling Daughters was in her first year at University. Having decided to make pancakes with her friend Nikki, she telephoned me to obtain a recipe.
you need flour and an egg, and some milk....” I said.
“How much of each?” I could picture her poised with notepad and pencil at the other end
of the line.
“Well, I just sort of put it all in a bowl and mix it all up until it looks about right...”
There was a heavy sigh from across the phone line. “I think we’d better phone Nikki’s mother,” said the Youngest of the Darling Daughters, sorrowfully.
With this chastening experience in mind, when My Boy started at University a few years later, I sent him a “Pancake Pack” in readiness for the occasion. It included everything he would need for a near perfect pancake. Except for the
egg. I’m not THAT silly...
But to go back to this tossing business for a moment. Why do we have to toss pancakes and does it make any difference to
the taste? I can quite see how it adds a touch of theatre to the cooking process – and, you know me, I am all for a bit of the theatricals. It also adds an element of risk, of course. How high is too high? Will the pancake stick on the ceiling?
Will it land back in the pan – and, if so, will it have flipped over? Will there be enough mixture left over for a second / third chance if the first pancakes hit the floor?
Apparently this time last year students at the University of Sheffield set a World Record for tossing pancakes – a staggering 890 in all. It would have been even more but 40 would-be tossers had to be discounted because they either ran out of
time or dropped their pancakes on the floor. Which is all very interesting but what I want to know is: who was the poor devil actually made all those pancakes in the first place? I hope he / she received more gratitude than I did from Mr B yesterday. Too thick,
indeed. You can tell I am still dwelling on it, even though I am not usually one to bear a grudge.
When my Famous Foursome were littl’uns we ate quite a
lot of pancakes. Pancakes were my Get Out of Jail Free Card when I’d run out of house-keeping money and the cupboard was almost as bare as Old Mother Hubbard’s. Almost, but not quite – for there was almost always the wherewithal for a pancake
Reminiscing one day with the Eldest of the Darling Daughters, she said she well remembered having pancakes for tea. They were a highlight of childhood,
she recalls and I am so pleased with myself and just SO glad she remembers those Pancake Teatimes as a treat.
And not as a Desperate Measure...