To tell the truth these pancake pictures are from a year or so back. Bert is not here right now - he is off out at Greenmount College searching for a horticulturist missing in action.
Meanwhile back at the ranch no pancakes have been cooked. I have batter sitting reading to rock and Pearlie will be having pancakes for lunch. She will not be pleased but we have run out of that plastic white bread she relishes.
And, to tell more truth, if today's treat was to reflect my proposed Lenten Fast the pancakes would be laced with red wine and chocolate. I'm hopping on the wagon for Lent. Can't say I'm looking forward to it but I watched part of a TV programme last night that has put me off the notion of liver and onions for a good long while.