I am missing my daily blogging but I find myself with little inspiration. I’m sorry, The Boywonder. I know that you like to see things from home on here.

I don’t know why this is, we are non-believers, but we always have pancakes on Shrove Tuesday. I have no idea why we don’t make them on any of the other 364 or 365 days, although I have been known to whip up a delicious chestnut blini or two in my time.

Tonight we are without MsDD, who is playing bleddy Land of Hope and Glory again at the Fairfield Halls, Croydon, to parents of primary school children. I have my irritating weekly 10 minute turnaround between the OH returning home and him leaving for band rehearsal and there I was, standing over a hot induction hob to make pancakes just because it’s that day.

We have eaten too much meat recently, I think, so tonight’s offering as a pancake filling was mushroom stroganoff. Which feels odd, given that the origins of Shrove Tuesday were a last-ditch effort to get rid of anything vaguely nice in your storehouse before the 40 days of fast. But as I say, we’re not religious and many religious people seem to be quite happy picking and choosing their favourite bits from their religions anyway. So what the hey!

Here is my pancake: