I'm back. Both in Blighty and the blogosphere. And despite my reputation as arguably the worst blogger in said sphere, I'm going to give it another go. Ahead, my musings on England, and English pancakes.
On most days here, I learn something new about England. Today I learned, via the blogosphere, that it is "Pancake Day", or more accurately, Shrove Tuesday. It is the English version of Mardi Gras - there is even a Pancake Race, if anyone fancies a sprint, decorative headgear and throwing pancakes. Say what parades, beads and general debauchery?
Something learned early on is that English pancakes are not the delicious puffy savoury/sweet loveliness that one expects from an American kitchen. They are dense, thin, crepe-like, and sold packaged in supermarkets. And I won't even start on the "maple syrup" or the "bacon". Needless to say I am not making pancakes, or throwing them, on this Pancake Day. I will bide my time until I go to Perkins with Mom, order the eggs benedict and steal a bit of her pancake breakfast. Or, if you're more inclined than I, you can make apple pancakes and home fries and be sure to invite me over for the morning fiesta.
As I sit here (or rather, lie here) writing about, and therefore drooling over, said delicious goodness, the Olympics are in full swing. The screen is replete with hard-bodied men and women (hello skin tight suits!), pushing themselves to the pinnacle of athletic performance. I've found that Great Britain (as they force them to compete as one nation, rather than Scotland, England and Wales, as they much prefer to do), is generally rubbish at most Olympic sports, especially winter ones, as winter as we mid-westerners know it does not exist here. (I mean, their best hope for a medal is in curling. Superior and world-class athletic prowess? Maybe not). Therefore the peoples of Great Britain, care very little for the Olympic games and poor Neil has been bored out of his skull as I make him watch cross country skiing or figure skating. But he's been a trooper, as I've had to sit through "Steven Seagal: Lawman" for him. I'm not kidding. I've actually watched it. Lawman aside, it is one definite perk of my jobless state that I get a two-week long date with the Olympics. Couch-sitting preparation for the 2012 Summer Olympics in London (their response to my request to make this an official sport still in transit), for which I do hope the Great British people will get at least a tad more excited.
Well, I'm back to training as I wait to hear back from the IOC. And perhaps some cookie baking.