Not a pancake fan

I don’t like pancakes so Pancake Day means little to me so I don’t think our frying pan will be seeing much action.

While out shopping, I jokingly suggested to the wife she should knock up some pancakes but she reminded me no one likes the bloody things. I offer to buy her one of those shake and make bottles, how easy would that be but she poo pooed my idea.

The only thing I liked about Pancake Day was the pancake races you would get years back that you don’t tend to see or hear about these days. Maybe today’s mums and girlfriends are too posh for a pancake race, to posh to toss.

Screw it; I think I will give one ago. If my memory serves me, the pancakes in Burton the Bakers looked nice so I will get wifey to pop in and buy one for me. Thinking about it, I must have tried one as a kid to decide I didn’t like them. Mum would make a plate full as a kid, and just because mum made them didn’t necessarily mean I would like them.