n the Cape, it always rains on the Easter weekend. It's one of those weird no-one-knows-why things. It can be beautiful weather before or after the weekend of pickled fish, hot cross buns and chocolate eggs, but with absolute certainty you can rely on The Bunny to bring the rain. And rainy weather calls for pancakes. Proper pancakes, as in Afrikaans pannekoeke or French crêpes. Thin, round cinnamon-sugared pancakes that can be rolled up. Not American pancakes, which are smaller and puffier;
