Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Shrove Tuesday

I enjoy posting this each year on Shrove Tuesday ~ Pancake Day!

I think that I shall never see
A pancake paired with Cornish Tea

A fresh baked scone with clotted cream
Yes it's a Roman Catholic's dream

Shrove Tuesday / Pancake Day is here
Confession time ~ nothing to fear

Saint Pancake says it's meant to be
Feast first and then a fast for me

Pancakes to last the whole day long
I need the carbs to keep me strong

Through forty days and forty nights
A Lenten season marked by rites

Then with a flourish it will end
Rebirth the message that we send

And back to what was meant to be
Pancakes with my Cornish Tea

.. with apologies to Joyce Kilmer


  1. a beautiful ghazal poem

    Now I feel like having pancakes

    much love...

  2. scrumptiously divine!

  3. I would not mind worshiping Saint Pancake... Yum-Yum.

  4. I love this.. our traditions are different... we eat our traditional semla (a wheat bun filled with almond and sugar and topped of with cream)...

  5. I wish pancake day was everyday Helen! Thanks for making me smile as always! <3

  6. Paradise can be many things, like Pancakes with some Cornish Tea. Thanks for taking us there

  7. Oh, is this a ghazal? It's lovely. Here it's the start of maple season so it will be off to the sugar shack on the weekend for some pancakes. My favorite season :)

  8. Ah, for scones with clotted cream. It is 30 years since my trip to Cornwall, where I tasted the real thing.
    Your poem is a delicious treat.

  9. Enjoyed feasting on your poem - may the force be with you in the fast

  10. This is a great poem. I am late and it's Lent already. A few days in and I have not fallen off the wagon yet...chocs and sweets...the outlook is not looking good:)If I make it to the end of the week it will be a miracle.:)

  11. Dearest Helen,
    Funny that as a Catholic I've only learned about this tradition of Shrove Tuesday's Pancakes, while here in the USA...
    Sending you hugs and blessings,

  12. Clever, Helen. I miss Shrove Tuesday. The Brits observe it royally, not a hint there of it being religious. Olden days perhaps.
    Our church (Baptist) today celebrated "Go Texan Day" with a breakfast, having what we call the 'longest breakfast table in the world.' It is a little longer than the average city block, made up of meeting size length tables. Each Bible class was assigned one or more tables to fill with food dishes. I started with a sausage biscuit sandwich and went from there, to the verge of gluttony. All this was inside in the front foyer. Our attendance this morning neared 4,000 (Second Baptist Houston 1463 Campus).
    My favorite pancake dish is three fairly large buttermilk pancakes, one made into a fried egg sandwich--eaten with a fork, slightly soaked with maple syrup, one plain soaked with maple syrup, and the final one slightly soaked, then spread with a judicious amount of strawberry or raspberry preserve. On the side will be one or two sausage patties with the tops heaped with catsup and their bottoms sitting in maple syrup runoff from the pancakes. Coffee is the drink of the morning for this meal, preceded by a small glass of orange or apple juice.
    BTW, been missing you. We were gone some in December, traveling. We cruised Princess from L.A. to the southern tip of South America and back up to Rio de Janeiro. Thirty-one days.

  13. Deliciously divine, darling!