Confession time. I have never, ever, ever made a decent pancake. I bake a lot, cook every day and can turn my hand to a fair few recipes. But pancakes? I simply cannot master them. It's not an ideal scenario as my little ones would eat them every day if they could (under an inch of Nutella) and my husband's quite partial to them too (with a splash of lemon and a spoonful of sugar). I've tried many a time to perfect them but my efforts always end up stuck to a non-stick pan or with random holes in them. So, a few years ago, it was with a thwarted sigh that I handed over all pancake-making responsibilities to Paul and accepted that there is one thing (well, several really, I can't grow house plants either) in this world that I am destined never to conquer.