When I ran to the grocery store tonight, I walked in and there, on a display rack, were packaged pancakes.
Why yes, it’s time to start getting ready for Pancake Tuesday!
And all the Americans just said “Huh?”
Last February, when we arrived in Dublin and everything was still fresh and new and odd, we noticed right away that there were displays of packaged pancakes at the grocery store. We weren’t sure why they sold “large American style pancakes” all packaged up, but we giggled over the name, bought some chocolate chip ones, and went back for more.
Then one day, while getting another package and still giggling over the “Large American” moniker, a woman next to me asked “Oh, is Pancake Tuesday this week?”
I told her honestly that I had no idea what Pancake Tuesday was. She explained it was the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent. I said “Oh, we call it Fat Tuesday.”
Sure enough, after Ash Wednesday, the pancakes pretty much disappeared from the shelves. And we were a little sad.
I’ve known that the one year mark of our move was coming up. While in a way, it feels like we’ve been here forever, it also is surprising that it’s almost a full year. The sight of those pancakes were a reminder that it has been a year since we packed up life and moved it all. I’m still trying to figure things out. I just got a library card today. But at least I know why the shelves are full of pancakes at this time of year.