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!