Wow! This must be what it feels like to step out of a time machine because time really has whizzed by. Life overtook us here on windy hill for all sorts of reasons. I can’t even begin to fill the gaps so I’m just going to pick things up again from here like I’ve never been away, only you will notice that my little friend is much taller! Almost 7 years old now and a real sunbeam that I’m so proud of.
Here she is in Finland with some husky puppies a couple of weeks ago. Crumbs! That was such a cold day… I’ll do a post all about our trip away next time. It really was a magical and pure country.
But today just happens to be…
Pancake day!!!!!! Yaaaaaay!
It’s a great day in Britain that we celebrate the day before Ash Wednesday and the start of lent. Now… love it or hate it… I don’t do anything for Lent. I’m not into it at all, but I still love the pancake day tradition. I think I did a post on pancake day a few years ago. You can have a look if you like… Pancake days gone by!
I’ve just re read it and it is lovely to see spring exploding into life in that post, a similar time of year all but two days. It’s not so spring like this year. It’s been a very cold winter this year and our plants are only just beginning to yawn and stretch out their arms whilst contemplating growing!
Anyhow, back to pancakes!
Two varieties this year…. normal and vegan.
Here’s my little friend overseeing our proceedings.
Having been veggie for almost all my life bar 11 years, two years ago I decided I couldn’t knowingly buy into the dairy industry anymore and with a very, very fond farewell to cheese… that was it. Farewell fromage, cheerio cheddar, bye bye Brie!
Not so tricky really. Not at all when I thought about those poor mummy cows being forced into pregnancy and their babies being taken from them so they can be enslaved to the daily ritual of pumping milk all so we can enjoy a decent cuppa!
And so my relationship with plant milk began. I’ve tried them all and even went through a very purist spell of making my own almond and oat milk. Now I buy it because it’s easier and also I want to support the evolving market of it to help make it easier for other vegan think-about-ers to locate and buy.
I’ve settled with oat milk and really like it. And so… my pancakes had oat milk in and you’d never even know!
Mmmm the egg dilemma!
As you know, I have chickens ! ( we hatched some chicks whilst I was away from here… maybe I’ll do a post on that another day)
But apart from my little chickadees, all but one of my ladies has been taken in to offer them a happy home rather than a grave. I consider their eggs a beautiful gift ( when they can be bothered to lay them! They are getting on a bit now and prefer to just relax!)
I don’t consider myself to be encouraging the egg market. They have organic feed with no hormones to promote plentiful laying, they free range in a huge space and so I see their eggs as an exchange of energy. I’m happy to eat them and I thank them when they lay for me.
Eating out… well, that’s different.
Only free range eggs are acceptable and the whole process of battery chickens should be a prehistoric farming method as it’s so BAD but unfortunately, it happens.
The thing is that few people realise the free range chicken egg industry is guilty of heinous behaviour also.
As my chickens are getting on a bit, they lay when they feel like it.
Unfortunately, that just doesn’t cut the mustard in a numbers game farming industry model. Once those free range chickens stop producing an egg a day then it’s time to say goodbye as Andrea Bocelli once beautifully told us.
What to do? What’s the alternative!? I’m afraid I am guilty of being an idealist in all areas of my life. Those pesky realists always come along and pop my bubble but I really hope and dream for a day of utopia where all humans and creatures great and small co exist with love and compassion for each other. I firmly believe that we are evolving and one day, it will happen.
I can hear my dad right now and his words involving my head being up my ….. (insert expletive here! 😂)
But if it wasn’t for dreamers we wouldn’t be able to fly.
Anyway!! Crikey! I’m not one for being preachy but I did get a bit there didn’t I! My opinions have become stronger each year I’m afraid!
Back to pancakes!
We have a lovely chef lady in Britain, the same vintage as my mum called Delia Smith and I used her recipe this year. You can find it Here.
Very tasty indeed.
I don’t know why the writing is suddenly underlined but I’m going to keep going after a head scratching moment has failed to get rid of it 🙈
Oh… the world has invented emojis since I’ve been gone. Love a bit of emojiing!
I love the whole ritualise of pancake making. We do one, eat it, make another and repeat umpteen times. I love the oranges and lemons being cut and the tossing in the pan. We dressed the table and little one and I enjoyed the whole event. M will get his when he gets home later.
It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow…
Can you tell?
More hanging items for M to roll his eyes at . I’m sure he loves it really.
I moved my dresser and it looks much better there. It’s full of weird and wonderful items…
I still have my windmills! My mum bought those when little b was a titch. They sit proudly on top.
My love/hate relationship with the beautiful but chicken taking fox continues, although… I haven’t seen her for a while. Various bits of driftwood that M always collects on his beachy travels.
My beautiful lady…
Some chalice well water from Glastonbury and Californian sage that my reiki master gave me so generously alongside a fab creation of little fingers. I didn’t half laugh as she enthusiastically created this whilst the other little ones were completing their unicorns.
A beautiful picture of little bs great grandma who passed away in 2016. What a glamorous and twinkly lady she was.
And my present from my sister that I love. A deep and lovely oil burner I am yet to christen.
Crikey, I really have gone on for a while. I’d better save some space for another day!
It’s good to be back ❤️