Pancake Russian Roulette

Managed to get the right day this time at least.

Euan's turn for instruction in the finer arts of Pancake Tossing today. And it was all going pretty well up until the actual tossing part, when at least one that I know of ended up on the floor next to the laundry (which, by the way, Samantha asked if I could Photoshop out of this picture!)

Pancake Fail.

And just like the famously grisly scene in The Deer Hunter he then took great delight in not telling any of us which one in the pile of pancakes had ended up on the floor, as we all took turns in selecting one.

I'm sure mine's wasn't meant to have bits of Rice Crispies and guinea pig food in it, but I've learned never to criticise the people that cook for you.

Yum?