Sunday, November 14, 2010
Tis The Season For Gingercake
A standard dessert growing up was my mother's gingerbread. Soft, damp and slathered with my favorite chocolate icing, it was the smell and texture of being at the kitchen table with the winds howling around the apartment building. The sweet strange smell of a gummy eraser, the dark atmosphere of the entry way to Nightingale Bamford School for Girl's where I would wait to be picked up at 4 o'clock, the sudden cold shock of air as the doors opened and parents picked up their children-- and then home to a tea of gingerbread and milk. Mama's opinion
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