The day with the greatest cultural significance of the entire year is upon us. Pikelets and crepes and pancakes and blini and poffertjes and flapjacks are consumed with zest, although I'd recommend lemon juice instead.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Lack of pancake flipping skills amongst the current generation (who have been spoilt by the ready availability of spatulas) is a great concern. I pity those who resort to a tool rather than exuberantly fling the pancake skyward with a delicate amount of rotational energy. It's one of the greatest kitchen joys, only behind discovering a lost box of liqueur chocolates under a packet of naans.
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