My desire for spending a week each December mixing dough, cutting patterns, baking and assembling gingerbread villages has waned over time. But my love of pungent, slightly sweet gingerbread has not. This recipe is one we developed last year during the holidays when there was a threat of snow. Truth is, we never get a real snow here in Atlanta, but that doesn’t stop us from pretending.
While most people flock to the supermarket at the first threat of a flake to stock up on perishables (milk? bread? why??), we take the opposite approach. We hunker down, put on the kettle and bake. Wrapped in furry throws, feet tucked in fuzzy slippers, sipping tea, nibbling biscotti – ah, that’s a winter’s dream!
If no flakes fall? We don’t mind at all. In fact, we quite prefer it that way. An excuse to take an almost snow day with no mess on the roads is ideal. Continue Reading