Wooohooooo - it's pancake day! (now with pics)

Who needs a balanced meal when it's pancake day?! We eat pancakes often, they're not a once a year special occasion feast for us. Though I have got into the habit of making American style pancakes with maple syrup more often than the crepe style pancakes that I had as a child, which were always served with golden syrup or lemon juice and sugar, and always rolled. I remember when I lived with my Nan I used to make pancakes for tea most Sunday afternoons. I loved the whole ritual of it and have fond memories from doing so. They were always appreciated and I felt proud of myself for making them.

Little is in London as I type, his first school trip. All day my thoughts have alarmingly darted back to him. We live in a world gone crazy and I've caught myself a few times imagining the worst. He was so excited, mainly at the thought of going on a double decker bus. We had to remind him to say goodbye. Small gets furious if Little doesn't hug and kiss him goodbye before going into class. The teacher had to hold the whole class up one day when Little had forgotten. Small was running after him screaming and shouting 'You forgot to kiss and hug me!' It's very sweet but could get a little embarrassing when they're older!

Anyway I can't wait until he gets home and then we can start our PANCAKE FEST. I can't decide what type of pancakes, might live dangerously and do both. It's the one day of the year where I don't care if the children have the right balance of nutrients on their plate and I don't stand over them watching to make sure they're not putting too much sugar or syrup on. Poor Hubs will have to re-heat his. What's the best way to re-heat them, I wonder? I'll post pics later.

Edited to add pics and some dialogue between Little and Small...
Little having arrived back to the village safe, sound, and full of his day in the old smoke...
Little ' it feels like we're eating a really special feast'
Small ' yes parasite feast'
Little 'you mean paradise feast'
Small ' I mean parastite feast'
Little ' you don't'
Small 'I don't mean that'
Little 'You mean you do mean that'
Mummy 'Okay boys should we just enjoy the Pancake Fest, and could you please pass the syrup'

Table laid with golden syrup, maple syrup, lavender honey, oranges, lemons, sugar
last of the Christmas chocolates, sliced banana, grapes and blueberries...

Decided to do both American style and..

Crepe style

Small hitting the grapes and blueberries first

Little insisted I make the above for him.
'I want the grapes and blueberries cut in half and the chocolate crumbled on top so that it starts to melt and then fold it over, so that I can squirt honey over it.'
Me - 'Do you mean drizzle the honey, darling?'
Little - 'No, I mean squirt.'
Me - 'Did you have a slave in your former life?'
Little - 'I think so, when will it be ready?'
Me -'Harumph!'

Little - 'See Mummy like this.'

Little - 'This is the best, you should do one like this for yourself.'

'Would you like to photograph this one for your blog Mummy?'

All washed down with our own fruit cocktails, complete with 'fancy' straws.
Do we know how to party?! I promise these were the boys idea!

Happy Shrove Tuesday!