Yesterday was a gingerbread sort of day.
So we decided to make some! The wonderful recipe is from Elise. Probably would have been better if they were not (slightly) burnt, but at least we were having fun. At any rate, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. The end.
I cut and iced. And rolled. (Also dropped an icing tip down the drain...) Tasha gave excellent moral support. Clara stuck raisins. Then Ellen iced. Lilly fed the animals for me. Matilda did bits of everything.
And the icing hardened, and everyone thought they looked perfectly lovely. (Poor Tasha had to leave before any were iced... here's what they turned out as, dear;)
They are not perfect from a magazine's standards, but every little thumbprint and smudge is marked with love. And that makes them quite perfect to me.
Cut out a cookie template from here. We decided that he was just the right shape - neither too skinny (heaven forbid!), too dumpy, or too juvenile. (Heaven forbid.)
Then we all watched Fiddler on the Roof as a family Which is the perfect movie to watch on a gingerbread sort of day.
Right? Of course right!
Have a wonderful weekend, all!