I'm glad that y'all have gotten really into the spirit of "Pancake Day" and are enjoying your creative toppings. They seem tasty.
For me, Pancake Day was, by far, the most depressing celebration day to me when I lived there. Thanksgiving or Christmas aren't a big deal to me. You can have a roast pretty much all year round over there so the food isn't so different really. Thanksgiving is especially sad as November 24th was my mother's birthday and Thanksgiving often lands on that day. This last one was 35 years that she's been deceased. For Christmas, my sister visits her children in Dallas and Alaska since our father has been deceased a while too.
Now, Mardi Gras is MY holiday! I moved from far west Texas to Houston and the Gulf Coast when I was 19. I loved the whole celebration of all things Cajun. What's not to like about partying on Galveston Island, getting your drink on with too many Abita beers and Hurricanes, having gumbo, etouffee, crawfish boils, po-boys, beads, king cake, parades, Zydeco music? I always got a chuckle when the Catholic priest on Ash Wednesday had to remind the party revelers to not breathe too close to the candles for the fear of catching yourself on fire. Those were good times. I moved to the UK and Anthea Turner and Eamon Holmes from GMTV were on and on about "how to make the perfect pancake". It was the only time I was ever really homesick.
So, I'll be thinking of all of you tonight since I'm off to a crawfish and shrimp boil with a few cases of Abita Purple Haze. I'll save y'all a piece of King Cake and throw a few beads on your behalf
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