I have to share this story with you guys! When I was growing up there was an English family on my street with a girl the same age as me. (My family heritage is all British, as well.) We quickly became best friends, as little girls do, and one of my fondest memories of that time was sleeping at her house and in the morning her mom would make the worlds best pancakes, generously covered in sugar and lemon juice. I never, until reading this thread, knew where that tradition came from.

Thanks for reminding me of a wonderful piece of my childhood. I am grinning ear to ear as a write this!

Cheers all!
Dizzy D