Considering Shrove Tuesday's pretty heavy, somewhat dismal religious origins, it is funny how the day before lent has come to be an almost festive occasion in most households. Presumably this is because giving something up, let alone fasting, has diminished in popularity and so 'pancake day' is just an excuse for gorging on fried batter.

T.B and I made batches of some sort of Savoyarde-inspired crepe, which developed from (could we call it a starter?) basic folded crepes with ham, cheese and grainy mustard, to a perfect two-crepe surprise: cutting open the pancake broke the yolk of an egg, which was stuffed in between more ham, more cheese, more mustard, and some garlicky parsley mushrooms.

I would like to say that we finished here, subverting most people's pancake conventions and sticking to savoury. However, dessert had to be made from the few pancakes we had leftover. In keeping with the French style, it had to be a citron/sucre affair, but there were some diversions in the form of melted mars bar, peanut butter and ice cream.