Yesterday morning, when I opened up the closed-off and & closed-heat-vent sun room, where I had left the naked ginger creams so that the cats wouldn’t try to steal them, the smell of gingerbread made all the late night baking worthwhile. mmm, like the ghosts of Christmas past. I made a lot of the ginger creams – hoping to make up for last year – so it took almost an hour and a half to frost them, albeit while chatting with Rach with my new iPhone 4 on speaker. I think I left out the sugar last year; they were a molasses-sweetened healthy cookie. But it wasn’t a good thing – because sugar tenderizes as well as sweetens, they were hard, too.
Naked ginger creams waiting to be frosted
