I love pancakes. That’s what I really love about the US – their fluffy, light pancakes. Having said that, I had some mean European crepe style pancakes in Neuremberg and a friend (food nutrition specialist, A), made us some lovely crepey-pancakes two weekends ago.
The funny thing is, today pancakes get elevated from just a normal breakfast meal to a repository of rich food items that needs to be gotten rid of before the 40 days of fasting begins. Same ingredients but today the ingredients acquire another level of significance. Poor little Shrove Tuesday pancakes, heavy with symbols of greed and excesses. Still delicious though.
I heard an interesting sound bite today:
“The outside world shouldn’t dictate your inner world”
I never thought of it that way. I mean, yes, I’ve never let people’s opinions dictate what I do but this goes a step further for me. Recently, I find myself getting more and more shaken by the whole job-hunting process and other things that I’m trying to do in my life. I hate to admit it but it’s affecting my self-worth, it’s making me question if what I want to achieve is realistic, it makes me wonder if I was too arrogant for dreaming and expecting something big.
Maybe I was arrogant. Maybe I am unrealistic. But I am my dreams and hope and beliefs. And without them, well, it wouldn’t really be me, would it? Whatever happens or doesn’t happen.
Damn, I really wish I had some flour now so I can make me some big, fat Shrove pancakes. Happy Shrove Tuesday everyone.