You see, two very exciting (if you're me and your life is quite small and also you have a bit of a tendency towards hyperbole) days are taking place this week - Shrove Tuesday (aka Pancake Day) and Valentine's Day (aka ridiculously overhyped and commercialised Day where Everyone is In Love).
My view on Valentine's Day has always been that I like to celebrate it in some small way - not, I hasten to add, to spend vast amounts of money, but just to mark it. I do this for Teenage Seren who wondered if her prince would ever come. Even this year, when my supposed prince has buggered off down the road, I won't let her down. So D and I are heading off to the Lakes to Be Romantic. We're staying in a hotel with a hot tub and everything - although D has already said that he doesn't see anything Romantic about sitting in a pool of warm water in the freezing cold when he could be supping a nice pint in a cosy pub. I kind of see his point. Anyway, we're away for the weekend, and on Thursday night I am going to his house for a pre Lakes Romantic Curry. I'm providing a side dish of delicious zero point mushroom curry.
The rest of the week, then...
- Monday: duck pancakes. I bought these to mark Chinese New Year which I believe was yesterday and then didn't end up eating them because, er, I had North African food instead. I know that these theoretically constitute a starter but they're my favourite part of the Chinese and I shall be ekeing out the duck with cucumber and spring onions to make them a bit less pointy.
- Tuesday: Pancake Day! D is coming round and we're making Yotam Ottolenghi's green pancakes with lime butter. That, my friends, is pancake day foodie style.
- Wednesday: I'm having fish pie and, goddamit, there will be peas. Lots and lots of peas.