The skinny on Fat Tuesday
Mardi Gras, Maslenitsa, Shrovetide, Pancake Day… whatever you call it, and whether or not you celebrate it, have a good one!!!
I know I am – a ride on my new bike to get a long-overdue massage. Does anyone else out there suffer from “sewing shoulders” that then sneak up their neck, into the jaw? Owie. Can’t blame it all on sewing, though. (Sarah-bear, if you got your hands on me, you’d be so ashamed of the knots.) I haven’t owned a bike in ages, but it was just like, you know, riding a bike. Though maybe made said massage even better. Traffic here is scary. An Aprilia scooter may have been my sole means of transport once, but I’m not quite as confident pedaling these narrow, potholed streets beside proudly aggro drivers.
I am confident about this. Hidden beneath that towel is the dough for bliniy. Mmmm…. my little buckwheat pancakes will be filled with cheese, mushrooms & garlic, some with cheese & jam. Add wine, and it’s a feast.