Better Late Than Never

[poliphilo]

Ten years ago we bought pancakes off a street vendor in Albertville- in Savoie- and they were very good- and we told ourselves (as one does when one is on holiday and wanting to hug the foreignness close and never let it go) that we could be making them at home- so we got Dot and Eric to give us a pancake maker for Christmas and it has been sitting in a drawer ever since.

Yesterday, being Shrove Tuesday, we got it out- and it works.

There's a sweetness to keeping faith with one's younger self.

Ten years ago I'd have loaded the pancakes with sugar. Now I add salt (they need something or they'd be awfully bland). Plus lemon juice, of course.