There is only one day each year on which I eat pancakes for lunch or dinner, rather than for breakfast. And that day is today. Shrove Tuesday.
Every year I remind myself to use the opportunity to get creative and whip up some pumpkin spice pancakes. With cinnamon and nutmeg. Maybe a few pecans. A pancake with Halloween flair.
Perhaps something like this:
Or this:
Maybe this:
Or even this:
And every year, I trudge off instead to a local pancake supper and let someone else whip up the pancakes for me. Minus the pumpkin and pecans. Ordinary pancakes. This year is no exception. I'll be enjoying my pancakes at a local church hall. With no Halloween flair.
Maybe next year, pumpkin pancakes, maybe next year.