I don’t care what you say — Mardi Gras is garbage. Be it a pseudo-celebration like last Saturday’s rich-folk fun ($100 tickets!!!) in downtown Waco or the real deal New Orleans bash, it’s all bunk. Rubbish. Hogwash. F’real. Why, why, why do we celebrate Mardi Gras when we could be celebrating Shrove Tuesday, aka, PANCAKE TUESDAY?!?!
That’s right, folks. Pan-freakin-cake Tuesday. It’s the greatest thing I’ve learned about all year. It’s magnificent. It’s hands down the tastiest holiday ever. Period.
Sigh. ... Sadly, I won’t be celebrating Pancake Tuesday in style this year. I desperately want to be a part of this grand day that I knew nothing about 4 hours ago. I do, I do, I do. However, I must practice restraint. I need to be practical. I need to get my freezer off my back. It’s screaming at me to plow through some wobbly stacks of Belgian waffles. Defeated. By a demanding kitchen appliance.
Wait a minute. How about this: Is it possible Ash Wednesday and Waffle Wednesday can coexist? Sure. Why not. I like it. Check it: I’ll hold off on the waffles for a day. That’ll work. And, don’t cancel your Mardi Gras plans. You can be in flapjack heaven and all boozy today, too. You bring the Stolichnaya syrup 'cause we’re gonna make a mean ol’ pile of alco-rific potato pancakes.