I made a stack of pancakes last night and ate those instead of dinner! Traditional sugar and lemon for me every time. At the first bite, I'm taken straight back to the kitchen when I was a child, with Mum doing the final toss of each cooked pancake higher in the air than usual and trusting me or my sister to catch it on our plates, despite fits of the giggles. My sister was much older than me, so was much better at catching but she was also pretty fair and didn't let me miss out. God I loved my childhood!