Not-so Fat Tuesday Pancakes

When I was a child my favourite breakfast was pancakes with maple syrup. My mother made it for me every birthday. Her pancakes were thick and fluffy American style and she always served them with pure maple syrup. I loved smearing the little wedge of butter around the pancake, watching it slowly melt, then pouring the deep rich gold syrup (that comes from a tree!!) on top.

Love and beetroot soup

Sometimes love doesn't have to be said with champagne, chocolate and pale blue boxes from Tiffany. Sometimes love comes wrapped in butcher's paper, written on the back of an envelope, in bed with a cup of morning tea. Saying I love you is as simple as a bowl of soup. And as good for you too.