Since, as my mother said, we couldn’t be in New Orleans last night, we had pancakes for dinner instead.
Actually, Pancake Tuesday is a totally new-to-me concept since coming here. Or not *totally*, because when we lived in California with a British friend on hand, she would do pancakes on Fat Tuesday. But aside from that, totally new to me. Is it something people other places in America do or am I right in thinking of it is a European(British?) tradition?
(I was making maple syrup for the pancakes, and as I usually do, as I was waiting for the sugar to boil away, I stood there watching it and thinking, “Until the blood runs clear,” which I assume is PERFECTLY NORMAL and EVERYONE ELSE DOES IT.)
Anyway, now it’s Lent, which is of no importance to me at all, except I’ve decided I’ll take advantage of other people’s traditions and give up junk food for forty days. God knows (aheh. so to speak) I should anyway, so solidarity with somebody else’s religious traditions!
I also need to write 3K a day during Lent in order to finish this wretched book. I suspect the phrase “ahahahaha” applies. Except I really have to. :}