Penny in a Pancake
Getting ready for pancakes.
Shrove Tuesday (aka Mardi Gras) is a custom honoured in a lot of places. Around here, by which I mean the environment surrounding my kitchen table in Central/Northeastern Newfoundland, it gets honoured with pancakes. Pancake Day is the Tuesday before the Christian period of lent -- a traditional time of fasting/restraint. Pancake Day came to Newfoundland from the United Kingdom. The idea of making pancakes likely came from a desire to use up the 'forbidden' ingredients (fat, eggs, etc) before the Lenten fast began.
While Pancake Day was never in the league of Christmas or Halloween, it was a day I definitely looked forward to when I was a kid. I mean, not only was I going to get to eat pancakes, I was going to get to see the future!
In Newfoundland, it was customary for the cook to hide small objects (coins, rings, even needles) in the pancakes. The object, through some magic I never understood, was supposed to reveal something about the future. The tradition shares some obvious similarities to the king cake.
Pancake Day Fortune-Telling
In Newfoundland, traditionally objects were hidden in the Shrove Tuesday pancakes, the object hidden revealed something about your future. As the object was hidden, and all pancakes looked about the same, nobody knew which object was in which pancake. It was a bit of a fun game, to find out about your future...and to tease your siblings about theirs!
From my recollection, if you found a...
Button -You'd be a bachelor or you'd be poor
Coin - You'd be wealthy
Needle - You've be a tailor
Nail - You'd be a carpenter
Ring - You'd marry
Key - ?
Straw - ?
Different families, communities likely had different objects/interpretations.
The following is an excerpt of a poem by James Murphy called Memories of Pancake Night that appeared in the St. John’s newspaper Evening Advocate (February 21, 1917). It references some of the objects and hints at the (unreliable?) fortune-telling power of the button:
In the happy home of mother,
When I was a little boy With my sister and my brother, Oh, what fun I did enjoy When the neighbours all around us, To our home we did Invite While a merry humour found us On a Pancake Night. There's the ring and there's the money There's the button too as well, But there's one thing that is funny, ‘Tis the truth to you I'll tell. Though the button I discovered As no bachelor, I write, For young Cupid near me hovered On a Pancake Night.
You can read the entire poem here.
Admittedly, it was a bit of a dangerous custom. Hiding coinage in food doesn't strike me as the most hygienic practice. Hiding needles in food doesn't strike me as especially safe either! In fairness, I'm sure the objects were well-cleaned and accounted for before anybody ate... generally. My mother recently told me that her grandmother used to recount a Pancake Day story about a wedding ring that was swallowed and missing... for a while.
I suspect the Pancake Day tradition of hidden objects has diminished (or maybe disappeared). Even as a child, I seem to remember my family discontinuing it, and I understand why.
Still, it makes for a pleasant memory.
Pancakes
in the News
The Rann-dom Reels column of the January 12, 1917 edition of the Evening Telegram was dedicated to pancakes. The humorous (?) take on pancakes probably wouldn’t get published without a few edits these days.
Read the entire column here
Your Pancake Memories
If you have any pancake day traditions, I’d love to hear about them. I’d especially love to know more about the pancake inclusions and what they supposedly foretold. If you have something to add, please do— the comments are always open!
