I pulled the pan of spicy gingerbread from the oven and carefully set it on the wire rack to cool. Glancing at the clock and deciding I had just enough time to take a walk before the young people arrived for Bible Study at three, I hunted for my wool finger mitts and ear coverings. The sky arrested me in its clear blueness against the mostly bare branches of the tallest trees. About halfway through my walk my bundled-up self had unzipped my jacket, removed my mitts and flung off my ear coverings due to the sun's warmth. I arrived back home to the delicious smell of the gingerbread and quickly whipped up a bowl of sweet cream for dolloping on the top of this seasonal treat .
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
'tis the season for gingerbread
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YES!! I have been wanting to bake some gingerbread... and forgetting... and remembering...
Now with you inspiration will I hold on to the thought until I accomplish the baking?? I'll let you know. :-)
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