Something in the chilly air makes me want to bake Gingerbread, filling the house with spicy scents, warm cosy kitchens, and hot drinks. It’s the season to gather thoughts, plan, bake, and enjoy the chilly outside. Maybe from the warmth of a soft chair in front of the fire.
Isn’t that the prettiest red gate you have ever seen? It was cold out and I nearly froze on the way to the farm, but I was determined to get a shot. Shivered all the way there, stopped for a minute threw the truck into Park, clambered out near the corner of the old farmhouse that sells Asparagus in the spring, grabbed the camera clicked, and bundled myself back into the warm truck.
Thank goodness for heaters.
I have this spot on my list for potential shots later when the real snow comes. That white stuff that will be covering everything in a soft blanket of soundproofing and quilts, it’s coming soon.
Snow gives our plants much needed protection from the deep freeze chill that has settled in way too early here. Numbing the fingers, making gloves a constant accessory. I’m not complaining, just hoping that the snow and cold mean more sunlight, it feels too soon to deal with the darker days.
The house is filled with the scent of gingerbread, spicy, fragrant wafts of mouthwatering appetite inducing smells of the season linger in the rooms. Kitchen counters are covered with baking racks of cooling gingerbread creatures, dark molasses drips from the batter bowl as the cat circles hungrily at my feet. He doesn’t like gingerbread, but he is a opportunist, and baking means food to him.
I need to make a candy run in order to find some decor for these cute little cookies…so far none of them have been iced, but I am hopeful that they’ll last long enough so I can finish them up. It’s too tempting, they are being nibbled on one by one. But they are so easy to make it’s such a great recipe that making a new batch isn’t hard to do.
There is more cookie baking on my list, checking it twice…
I know who’s naughty, the Boo knocked his empty cat food dishes off of the counter at 5 am, the crashing sound of pottery shattering wasn’t a pleasant wakeup call, so guess who’s off of Santa’s good list.
Boo Boo, you’re getting dog treats instead of cat treaties.