When I think of Shrove Tuesday, I often end up thinking of Aunt Bessie's frozen pancakes, as that's what used to be served up when I was younger - cooking wasn't exactly my family's strong suit.
But little me didn't mind that they weren't homemade - they were covered in lemon and sugar and therefore I was happy.
Flashforward to today and I now know that nothing quite compares to tucking into pancakes you've successfully flipped yourself.
