People in Chicago often stop to tell us how much they love Mo and Flo’s English accents and they are always astonished to hear that both girls were actually born here.  So although both the Hubby and I are English, the girls are technically American or at least only half English.   Mo however, for some reason, is very attached to her English heritage.

It’s not a bad thing, I’m just surprised how whole heartedly she embraces it.  Ask her what her nationality is and she will say quite simply that she is English.

I suppose because of this I’ve come to think of them as English girls, who just happen to be have been born in America.   In fact, it often worries me that given they will likely spend the rest of their lives here, that perhaps they’re not American enough.   We do our best to expose them to American culture and tradition even though we have no frame of reference ourselves.  We try to celebrate the 4th of July even though technically we were on the losing side and we cook a big turkey dinner for Thanksgiving that Mo refuses to eat!  And yet still, Mo in particular seems just as English as fish and chips and a good cup of tea.

Well last week was Shrove Tuesday, so I decided to indulge in the very English tradition of making pancakes.  Not the thick and fluffy American pancakes but the English/European crepe style ones.  It should have been right up Mo’s English alley!

Me, “So I thought I’d make pancakes because it’s Shrove Tuesday today.  We have them with lemon and sugar but I could spread some Nutella on yours if you’d prefer.”

Mo wrinkles her nose in disgust, “No thanks.  How about some regular ones like we have for breakfast with chocolate chips.”

And there she is, my American Girl!

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