Some people have too much time on their hands.

And considerably more willpower than me. I would never have made it past the AT-AT's feet.

Who's having pancakes for tea then? I use the pancake batter mix from my trusty old Be-Ro recipe book. My mum has an ancient copy, all floury and falling to pieces. Mine is new (only £2.50!), but it's degenerating at an alarming pace. Probably due to my habit of dropping it into bowls of cake mix and spattering it with bits of Yorkshire pudding. I'm not the most graceful of cooks.

One Pancake Day, Fin and I made an entire pancake-based meal. The pudding was delicious: sliced banana wrapped up in pancakes and drizzled with golden syrup, baked in the oven and served with ice cream. YUM. The main course, however, was less successful. Apparently Peking Duck doesn't really work with chicken. Or satay sauce. Or thick, rubbery pancakes. Blergh.

I can't help thinking that the true meaning of Shrove Tuesday has gone worryingly awry when I actually have to go out to the shops and buy pancake ingredients. It's not really the point, is it? I should probably be scraping together a meal from the random contents of my cupboards, using up all the unhealthy things we're meant to be forsaking for the next six weeks.

I wonder if I could create a scale replica of the Millenium Falcon out of supernoodles and cheese?

{Images: Jim's Pancakes}