I had always know about the existance of something called gingerbread men, but could not count any among my list of acquaintances. And I was in no great hurry to change that either.
That state of bliss lasted till last month, when the status messages of most of my friends spoke about gingerbread men, gingerbread houses and even gingerbread Towers of London. One spoke about beheading a dozen of them to cope with Christmas stress, another put up pictures of what she claimed were a lopsided house. I could not bear to not jump on the bandwagon.
The internet gave me dozens of recipies. I chose one that I thought made the most sense. The kids helped with the measuring, the mixing and the kneading. It was a fun project.
It was only when I pulled out the rolling pin that I realised I did not have the one thing every recipie took for granted - a gingerbread man cutter.
Having made the dough, I improvised. Four custommade gingerbread men, two of which broke apart even before I took them off the baking dish.
To be honest, I wasn't displeased with the result. They could have turned out a lot better, but they could as well have ended up being a lot worse. They were okay as they were.
I'm definitely doing it again next year. Only need to decide whether I should invest in a gingerbread man cutter before that, or to continue the tradition I started this year.
And yes, this post should have been up a few weeks back, but I have got increasingly lazy about downloading photographs :-(