I’m also mostly vegetarian, but every now and again I like to cook up an almighty stack of big, fat, American style buttermilk pancakes with a boatful of maple syrup and streaky bacon that’s been fried until you could stab someone with it. It’s kind of my specialty and probably the only reason I still have any friends.
I’ve toyed with the idea of opening a little pancake place, as there’s very little of that sort of thing around here, but two kids will be keeping me busy enough for the time being.