Tuesday past was Pancake Day. Shrove Tuesday. The day before Ash Wednesday. A Christian thing.
I grew up in a 'somewhat United' household; United, peppered with Catholic. My mother was raised Catholic and my Dad was raised United. It was a HUGE scandal when they got married. 'Religious segregation'- the European settlers remembered to pack that foolishness in their bags when they showed up way back when. And it was still evident in the late 50s when my parents got married.
Our schools were religiously segregated until 1997. I went to a large and modern school in western Labrador that was built in the 60s. It was split down the middle with one side for the Catholics and the other side for the Protestants; there were large steel doors that separated the two sides.
As a kid, I believed that you would get strapped if you were caught on the 'wrong side', but my sister says that it wasn't like that. Not sure where I came up with that one. Maybe a teacher suggested it once to prevent me from wandering.
But I think I was drawn to the Catholics, even back then! Most of my best drinking buddies are Catholics. There was a sense of mystery and intrigue coming from the Catholic side; I was convinced there was something interesting going on over there. And that belief was affirmed the first time I saw them coming back from an Ash Wednesday service. With black marks. On their foreheads. Scary. Yet intriguing. I was hooked.
I once asked my Mom which side of the mines did Dad work, the Catholic or the Protestant. That query alone demonstrates the open-minded brand of Christianity we were practicing. As Buddy Wasisname and The Other Fellers say, the United pray 'to whom it may concern'. Love it!
I am, admittedly, a bit of a fence-sitter on many things; I can see both sides of most any coin. A relativist. But I have always been amazed by those with great religious conviction and there was a time when I longed for it myself. Not these days though. I am quite contented praying 'to whom it may concern', mucking about trying to figure out what each religion has to offer. And I think there are a whole lot of people in the rest of the world that should give it a try.
1.5 cup flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1 tbsp sugar
pinch of salt
1.5 cup milk
Sift dry ingredients. Beat the egg and add to the milk. Stir the wet ingredients into the dry until just mixed but still lumpy.
When frying, I add oil and a weeeee bit of butter to the pan (butter alone might burn more than you want).
Apparently, if you want a perfect circle you should use a nonstick pan with no grease. I am more interested in the crunchy edges than a perfect shape so I use a cast iron fry pan and tend to be generous with the butter. Oh butter, why do you have to be so tasty?
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