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Don't forget it's Pancake day! Huzzah!
I am going to make the above with maple syrup cured bacon later
but the girlfriend will complain if I don't eat a million tonight so I'll be doing that.
can I make them? no. Last year I decided to make pancakes. They went so incredibly wrong that I had a little sob and then made my boyfriend make them for me.
SOMEBODY NEED ME TO MAKE PANCAKES. PLEASE.
To start with you're all enthusiastic, but when you've had enough you've really had enough and realise you're only still going because you're near the end.
loads of people say: "Oh, I love pancakes so much, I'm well glad it's pancake day. I'm going to eat a million pancakes and then drink the batter instead of having a drink, yum yum yum."
they never eat pancakes any other day of the year. Pancake day confuses and angers me.
Plus it makes a right mess in your kitchen.
because they make a right mess in the kitchen
melted Reece's Cups and sliced banana!
This is the rest of my day...
Go and buy the book for my book club this month
Chill in the garden, maybe a little recreational chain smoking
plus cups of tea that will be served with Golden Crunch biscuits (but I only have about two left so the Boasters will be opened too)
Drive to Lymington for a pint/late lunch with my friend and sometime Current TV host Matt.
Back for more pancakes.
Other than the lack of sex and coke, I'm winning in a scale that Charlie Sheen can only imagine.
Did you go on your date? If so, what did you wear??
I wore slim indigo blue jeans, a maroon cashmere sweater and Clark's Desert Boots in a colur they seem to refer to as 'wolf'
It was a success in so far as we got on pretty well, she was attractive and I kissed her, but after the second date I just don't think that there's enough of a connection there.
The search continues!
Sounds good! but if theres no spark, theres not an awful lot you can do!
At the age of 31, I've finally tired of flogging dead donkeys.
That's not a euphemism by the way, if it was then it refers to something i have yet to tire of.
Just had the classic lemon juice and sugar.
The pancakes tasted vaguely like banana.
It's not very good but it's all about pancakes so what do you expect?
But when the day gets going:
Yogurt and fruits for breakfast
Try to make scotch pancakes and serve with a side of bacon and black pudding.
Something for lunch with an outside feel as we're hoping to get some mega b-ball skills
Shepherds pie for dinner before extreme pancaking for the rest of the evening
me likey pancakes! me likey pancakes!
Stick to your sausage and bean melt meal combo.
and pancake batter is rank raw anyway.
YES. NOW is the time to nail your colours to the mast. THIS is the issue of the day. Let's make something of this.
PANCAKE EATING GROWN-UPS, BAMNAN IS CALLING YOU OUT!
I don't even know anymore.
Evidenced by the choices of fillings;
Black Cherries IN SYRUP!
MELTED REECE'S CUPS!
The outrage of stratified foodstuffs lies apparent before ye.
Prosecution rests yr Honour.
But seriously, how Bamnan can claim they are middle class considering their origins is beyond me.
But then for me
Savory = ham (or something)
Sweet = sugar and a bit of butter (marge)
Guess I'm just so working class... <rolls eyes>
I made cinnamon sugar in my drunken stupor last night, and also got out my gf with side flat plate, ready for brunch
but this is without doubt the most wrong you have ever been!
pinch of salt
little bit of butter to fry in
YUM YUM YUM
you liek yorkshire puddings yeah?
fuckin' ridic ulous
Everything with flour in is basically bread.
Stick to the cobblers, because you won't get a job in a bakery.
it was a day for the peasants to use up the rich food that wouldn't keep over lent when they gave them up. it became a tradition; a tradition beloved of the working classes.
yet you are opposed to it. unsurprising, considering you are quite middle class
I can't believe you're turning something as simple as pancakes into another one of these pathetically stupid class things.
I am intrigued as to what you mean by the third meaning (probably something to do with me ALWAYS talking about sex/being a slag or whatever) but I don't actually care enough to bother with this any more.
The great leftist leader of old made such proclamations and has been proven correct.
You can have your cake and eat it, just as long as the next man gives up his.
Okay Bamnan, where did you bury those missing prostitutes?
in the long term, as you don't have to buy as much feed.
socially mobile, out of touch with his past and still trying to claim it. your working class ancestors would be ashamed of your middle class attitudes
traitor to your manual labour antecendents. for shame.
cast off the shackles of your pitiliess existence
marking others out for the market place
selling them body and soul to the lowest bidder
see the truth in your works
wrought by your hands
from the blood and sweat
of less fortunate men
whilst you sit on your fat behind eating
sweet meats and exotic pastries
fannying about on try hard indie bellend websites.
HOW MANY CARDIGANS DO YOU NEED ANYWAY?
THINK OF THE CHILDREN!
He said, "you can just crack an extra egg into any basic sponge mix and nobody will be able to tell the difference."
Except they definitely did tell the difference. Muppet.
It said, 'just add milk and egg', meaning it was basically an overpriced sachet of flour with some salt in it.
I pointed this out to the chap and gave hime the 4 ingredients he needed to make batter and he kind of shrugged and said he'd rather use the mix.
No helping some people.
30 seconds in the microwave! Worse than pancake mix! Real ones today though.
1) Cherie Blair - QC, Millionaire
2) John Prescott - Politician, Millionaire
3) Billy Bragg - Musician, Millionaire
4) Bamnan - Internet gobshite, Descendant of itinerant shoe factory operatives, JSA recipient.
You need to up your game, your homies from the estates are all minted!
very middle class thing to do
And I'm completely middle-class, just like you!!!
I don't see why you need to cling to this notion that you're a prole, what's the point?
You'll find that the majority of middle-class people have working-class family histories. And eat pancakes on pancake day.
and bamnam has turned this delightfully scrumpcious thread into another moanfest
go sellotape your shoes together, i'm eating pancakes tonight
barrier for people of low standing.
for the past 100 years, either you live in Awesomeville or you all need to get an imagination. And quick.
My dad grew up in a crap town with dull low paid jobs, he moved. Millions of others do the same, maybe you should save a couple of months salary ('wages', sorry!), have a look at the National Express website and move.
and mums too!
I hope you're not planning on procreating, because you'll likely be damning your kids from birth if you maintain with this lifestyle defeatism.
It probably makes you a bit inbred, but not necessarily working class.
My grandfather was a coal miner. My mother worked on an assembly line. She grew up in a coal mining village and moved to a nearby bigger coal mining town, which happened to also be a complete shithole.
She, as a single mother, moved the family to a (much) smaller house in a (much) better area to get my sister and I away from the trap of the shitty town. No-one in our family had ever been to university before my sister. She's now a solicitor living in a swanky part of Glasgow.
I got my required 4 Bs at Higher and toddled off to a Russell Group university, worked hard, got a first and toddled off to do a PhD (well, DPhil, because they like to be different at Oxford). None of that has required any financial assistance from family - it's public money that's available to anyone.
In a few months I'll be starting a job that has a starting salary which is higher than the national average wage, and rises to double that on completing training in ~4 years. It's not in London.
If I tried to claim I was working class, with a well-paid office job, a Masters and a PhD from Oxford, I'd be told to fuck right off.
Reading this back over makes me sound like a self-aggrandising prick, but I just wanted to point out a story of "child(ren) from working class, single parent family done good/marries goat"
And using the money to buy a house which was less nice (as a house) but in a nicer area. She got on the property ladder when she was young by doing the whole "buy a shit house in a shit area, wait for prices to rise, sell shit house, buy slightly better house, repeat" thing that was standard practice a generation or so ago, before the barrier of entry to house ownership was quite so high as today.
I'm saying I'm "successful in life" (am I?) because I've been fortunate enough to have a self-sacrificing, motivating parent, and a few smarts. The rest of it thus far has been working hard and making the most of the opportunities I've come across or carved out.
My oldest childhood friend still lives in the same place, and he's doing pretty well for himself. I mentioned the move to lend credence to the notion that social mobility can include geographical mobility too.
Came from living at home and squirreling her wages away until she could afford to get her own place.
pancakes are awesome.
I think I am too. Maybe we should have a pint some time.
definitely not working class
me pa's worked on t'farm fer 30+ years ooohhhh aarrrrr an' I live inna conv'rted barrn next t'chick'n coop.
good one craig
We OD-ed pretty badly on them. The last fucking thing I want today is more pancakes. BLEUURRRGGGGHHHHH. Instead, I'm going to have what we had for dinner last night. Bread, Cheese, Foie Gras, pickled shallots and cornichons, Goose terrine. Wine. Rum. Chocolate.
The new Decadence range from Greggs.
Why not combine with a bag of truffles and a 20cl bottle of Armand de Brignac for just £199.99?
Greggs - Bringing Value Back!
You don't put the rum on the bread. FFS, Alex!
most weeks. Looking back it was easy for my Mum to make them, didn't need a special shopping trip but wasn't the most nutritious dinner. Great times...may start that again.
I went on the very last day and ate so much. I miss you pancake house!
OM NOM NOM NOM
Crepes with mushrooms, bacon, garlic and cheese
American-stylee with bananas and butterscotch sauce
Washed down with the blood of the workers
I sometimes make them because I like them now and again (I do Jamie Oliver's American pancakes - yum), but I'm not sure I can be arsed today. It's like making a Christmas dinner for one. Just a little tinge of sadness.
so all you loners can make pancakes together
Am I allowed pancakes?
Suggested proletarian fillings include Ploughman's Lunch and Angel Delight.
can we eat our class centric pancakes at the same table? or must I eat my lemon and sugar ones in the hall whilst she renforced class structure by eating her dark chocolate and atrawberry ones?
You eat yours no later than six whilst sitting in front of the television.
She eats hers at eight whilst conversing with herself!
i love pancake day. its my favourite day. i'm going to eat 30, barf, then eat a further 10.
compared to savory/sweet battered foodstuffs.
as I'm too lazy to make them from scratch.
I've just started making them. Pancake #1 hasn't turned out so well. Pancakes should not be this shape. How can you flip them without deforming them? Anyone?
I'm so glad I chose to do this when the house was empty.
1) Aero Ice-cream / Crushed biscuit / Sugar
2) Strawberry Jam / Raspberry Jam / Strawberry Sprinkles
3) Peanut Butter / (grilled) Banana