Oh, gingerbread! How we love it. And we especially love it when it comes in pretty shapes, like houses. Which is probably why the annual holiday gingerbread house display at Seattle's Sheraton is so popular. Going downtown for lunch and a tour of those amazing creations makes a perfect family outing. Or a girlfriend outing, which is exactly what I did yesterday. How fun to get to catch up with my old high school pal Donna, enjoy a great lunch and then tour those houses!
The only down side? Afterward I was craving gingerbread like a starving woman. I went home determined to bake gingerbread cookies. Maybe even a house. Except the few gingerbread houses I've tried to make were abysmal - needed to be condemned by the board of gingerbread health. But I could make gingerbread boys. Love gingerbread boys.
So do my fat cells, so it's probably a good thing I was too busy to haul out the flour, sugar, butter and spices.
Now I've recovered. The craving is gone. And that's a good thing, considering how many other Christmas cookies I still have to bake. And sample.
Oh, my poor hips!