So I just found out that pancakes are a tradition on Shrove Tuesday. Seriously. I'm 30, and I'm just learning this. I was invited to a pancake supper tonight, and I figured it was just a pleasant way to spend a Tuesday evening. I had barely registered that it even was fat Tuesday. I'm a bit bummed that I missed my traditional paczki (pronounced poonch-key), but I did have a chocolate doughnut from Tim's to keep me awake in seminar today, so I think I did okay.
I thought the Pancake Day thing was just a wacky Canadianism, but no, not entirely. It is one of those endearing Britishisms that Canadians enjoy so well. Just to keep it Canadian, they do it with maple syrup. If only one could also play hockey.
Happy Pancake Day! Its like cake day, but in a pan.