
One of the bells of Ripon Cathedral sounded this morning: sonorous, measured and slow. The pancake bell. It’s rung out every Shrove Tuesday for centuries now, just like other bells in other churches, countrywide. It reminds good Christian folk to come to church and confess their sins, before Ash Wednesday. Some also believe it was to remind thrifty housewives to use up their eggs, butter and milk before fasting during Lent.

Nowadays it’s a signal to gather outside the cathedral and have a bit of fun. Somebody has already cooked a pile of pancakes. No point in making lacy delicate crepes. These pancakes are in for a tough time as props in the annual pancake race. Contestants have to run from the Cathedral, down Kirkgate, pan in hand, tossing as they go …. onto the pavement, as often as not.
I watched teams from the Rotary Club, from local primary schools, from the Italian restaurant down the road.

Sadly though I missed seeing the clergy do their bit: things to do, places to go. It all seemed amiably uncompetitive. Just a chance to chat to the Hornblower (who keeps us safe through the night here in Ripon), to friends, and to take a few snapshots of this happy little Shrove Tuesday tradition.
Later, much later, Malcolm and I had pancakes too, delicate lacey ones, served with lots of sugar and lemon juice. We tossed them of course. But we didn’t run down the street with them.
What a splendid festival, your pancakes sounded delicious.
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They were. The ones at the Cathedral? Perhaps less so!
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What a fun tradition! We’ve had pancakes three times in the last two days: yesterday for dinner, today for breakfast, and tonight after yoga for pudding 🙂
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Goodness, you ARE assimilated!
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If I’m honest, I much prefer American pancakes 😉
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Humph.
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My grandsons are pancake fanatics and always persuade Grandad to make them dor breakfast on Saturday mornings when they’re here. I cringe at all that sugar and lemon on their teeth!
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When our grandsons come to stay, they demand ‘Grancakes’ but sadly prefer Nutella to good old sugar and lemon (think of the Vitamin C!)
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You can make healthier versions of Nutella, there are several available eg Deliciously Ella and Tanya Maher have them online. Our middle grandsons made it themselves.
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Right! We’ll have a go next time we’re together – thanks.
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I didn’t know about the Ripon Hornblower! Such an interesting tradition! We have enjoyed pancakes this evening too.
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A bit of a faff, but worth it I think. You’ll have to come and hear our Hornblower at 9.00 one evening. A long way to come, but still…. .
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What a mind blowing celebration, your hotcakes sounded delicious….
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They are, and making them is half the fun.
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I am a fool for this sort of funny local tradition! I’d love to see it–it sounds like such good fun. Across the lake in Vermont, one town has a Strolling of the Heifers every year–much safer than running with bulls!
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My kind of event too. Love these old traditions.
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How wonderful. I’d forgotten the taste of pancakes with lemon and sugar.
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Easily remedied. Enjoy!
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Sounds like a lot of fun.
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It was. Good wholesome family fun!
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ha, this looks so much fun 😀 so these are served with sugar and lemon? very interesting 🙂
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I’m sure these particular ones weren’t worthn eating by the time they’d been dropped on city streets a few times, but yes, sugar and lemon is the way to go. Yum.
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