Feel Like I’m Made Outta Gingerbread, Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Yesterday was spent in the kitchen. I suddenly came over all traditional, whipping out my Desperate Housewives apron. An epiphany - I suddenly knew what to do with the abundance of gingham ribbon I’d bought earlier in the week. That’s right, it was time to make Gingerbread men to decorate the tree.
Finding a nice simple recipe (thank you Waitrose), hands were washed, hair pinned back and the Munchkin kitted out in splash proof attire.
With my Rat Pack Christmas Album as our soundtrack, the Munchkin and I busied ourselves with our production line, and how wonderfully efficient we were. More often than not my perfectly shaped men and women were manhandled by Miss Sticky Fingers but I’m led to believe that’s all part of the fun. The end result was some VERY strange shaped creatures.
Once cooked and ready to decorate, the Husband joined us for the task of decorating. Unsurprised by his boyish smuttiness, I’ll have to be putting his efforts at the top of the tree, away from innocent eyes.
Once finished the Munchkin and I kicked off our shoes and demanded the Smutmeister bring us tea in front of the telly. Having a love rush for them both, I considered that Sunday’s simply didn’t get any better than this.
