Over here they're called "drop scones" or pancakes. And, indeed, as a daughter of Glaswegians, I had never seen crepes untill I was about nine and someone tried to convince me that this thin strange looking thing was a pancake!

On the lard front, as a family, on sunday afternoon after the beef roast, fights would break out over who could get the "sediment " from the bottom of the roasting pan. There was skill involved in tipping the majority of the fat away so you could get to the sediment (roasted blood ). OOOOooooh, nummy.

I'm off to drool.

TTFN M'Lady P.