last night was pancake night. and although ours looked nothing like the ones above, and more like little bitty baby pancakes all thin with crisp edges and wonderful doughy middles, and some more than slightly burned they were still very good with lots of maple syrup and whipped cream. my flat's kitchen is pretty small for twelve people all trying to cook different things at the same time, but we still managed by eating and cooking in shifts to make two batches of pancakes as well as scrambled eggs and hashbrowns. it was choatic and loud and messy and there were always dishes being washed and reused and washed again, and it was exactly like i've always imagined an italian kitchen to be - very fun and very exhausting, so that as soon as we'd finished eating we sat in a pancake stupor for about ten minutes before realizing that the kitchen was a disaster, and that we still needed to clean.
then we were told that pancake day isn't actually celebrated til march.
however, this is the first time that i've ever made pancakes from scratch and i am darn proud of them, and refuse to be upset about it.
the weekend in Glasgow was great; lots of shopping and wandering and discovering of little cafes with hot chocolate to die for. we saw the cathedral (the only church not damaged by the Reformation in the 1650s, which i now know entirely too much about due to Early Modern Class) and its necropolis, which was huge and grand and would have been entirely gloomy and gothic if the sun hadn't decided to (finally) make an appearance and illuninated the entire thing with glorious light and warmth.
claire and i at our favorite cafe (we literally spent hours there)
inside the church, at the tomb of St Mungo (harry potter reference)
there are more pictures on the facebook, which is a lot nicer about uploading pictures and doesn't take nearly as long.
oh, and i promise that i am actually doing work here too.
somewhat.
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