super shrove tuesday

english towns have annual pancake races on shrove tueday--er, mardi gras. i was surprised to look out my window today at people racing down the high st., holding fry pans, flipping flapjacks! i remember reading about this in my 'childcraft' kids' encyclopedia when i was younger, but had no idea the event still actually takes place:

she was my favorite--had by far the most skill--


he started off well, but i think he would up dropping his cake near the end--

and look, the town was so enraptured with the pancake excitement that the elderly, on market day, abandoned the cake and jam stand! i've never been able to see the table in it's full glory before today--

after all this pancake excitement, i'm heading into london in a bit to vote in the primary! apparently, democrats abroad is recognized as a legitimate branch of the democratic party, with a few million people voting. i don't believe we're a swing vote, but it still feels nice to be a part of the political process, if small. oh, and i guess i accidentally told you which party i'm supporting. ah, well. hurray super shrove tuesday!