Not only is it March 1st. It's also IHOP's National Pancake Day, and since in the past IHOP held their National Pancake day on Shrove Tuesday we wrongly assumed that today was Shrove Tuesday. But it's not. IHOP decided to "host its free pancake event one week earlier...to build buzz and excitement prior to Shrove Tuesday." Well, they succeeded because we were certainly buzzing with excitement at our house (especially after ingesting all that syrup).
Rachel is excited for St. Patrick's Day. She said she wants to paint her nails green (so we're on the lookout for green nail polish) and I don't even know why she knows so much about St. Patrick's Day since it's the first day of March and she really shouldn't remember anything from previous years. Anyway, I decided to make green pancakes in honour of St. Patrick but then I thought that Rachel, though excited for St. Patrick's Day, might not be thrilled with green pancakes so I reserved some of the batter and dyed it pink.
I made some pink pancakes and then I made some green pancakes. Then I poured some green batter on the griddle and let it sit for a minute before pouring pink batter on top. It worked beautifully and we came out with pancakes that were pink on one side and green on the other. Then I started drawing with the batter—I made a pink pancake with a green R on it for Rachel and a green pancake with a pink M on it for Miriam.
I made flowers and shamrocks and stars and smiley faces and polka dots. Some turned out rather cute:
Others turned out looking not-so-cute. I made a few accidental pancake-calzones and a few disgusting blobs that looked like they'd encountered an alien spaceship. Ah, well...pancakes are like children...some of them work out and some of them don't but you eat them all anyway. Unless they're children, in which case you love them all anyway. We don't actually eat children.
Rachel ate and ate and ate until all the "pretty" pancakes were gone. When all that was left were the "plain" pink and green pancakes she announced that she was completely full.
I'm kind of sad that we were duped into thinking we were celebrating Shrove Tuesday. Andrew is not sad. He's thrilled because it means we'll get to have pancakes for dinner again next week. You know, when it actually is Shrove Tuesday. Or Fat Tuesday. Or whatever you want to call it.