We love food. Good food. This can mean lots of fancy preparation and pretty plates but on pancake day we forget the pomp and show and glitz and glamour and just make as many pancakes as we can eat! How can something as simple as a pancake give us so much joy? It is a culinary mystery. Nobody knows why we all go mad for pancakes on pancake day but they have that effect on all of us. I’m telling you now, the best and most seductive cover of a cookbook is Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall on the front of the River Cottage Everyday making pancakes. Every time I look at that book I want to eat pancakes. Right there. Right then. Every time.
This year we tried something a little different for our pancakes. Chestnut flour. Chestnut flour from the shops can be expensive but guess who foraged some chestnuts in October and so has free chestnut flour. Yes, you guessed it. The Tŷ Paned Gang. 
Here it is with the daffs which kindly came out for St David’s Day.
The flavour was powerful and intense. The usual maple syrup and/or Nutella were perfect complements for them. I sometimes wish it was pancake day everyday. Wait a minute. Pancakes aren’t just for pancake day. I’ll have them again tomorrow…