Shrove Tuesday / Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday. Or what I like to call it, spot the Christian day. Since I'm religious and all, I went around the corner to the Catholic Church (even though I'm not) and got my ashes today. Splayed on my forehead for the world to see. I know I shouldn't be uttering this, but the priest dispensing the ashes was young and way cute! Too bad about the celibacy bit.

Last night, in honor of Shrove Tuesday, I made pancakes. Not British ones like my ancestors probably made for this event, but nice thick cakey American ones. The kind you need a glass of milk at your side for. I stewed some mixed berries for a topping.

It was so friggin delish!