Gingerbread, a staple of Christmas amongst other fine cuisines, is an over-hated masterpiece. I love gingerbread and if you don’t, I hate to say it, but you’re just flat out wrong. Gingerbread just makes me feel so giddy and whimsical.
It is an exquisitely delicious treat; the taste is like none other. It is truly one in a million. The taste is so sweet and invokes the feeling of Christmas inside every person that consumes even a morsel of it; no other cookie can bring out the holiday cheer as well. The absolutely stunning combination of cinnamon, ginger and cloves blend perfectly to create the most complete taste to ever land on a person’s plate. Gingerbread has a warm spice to it along with the sweetness, truly a spectacular combination, no other baked good can compare to the nature of the superb baked treat that is gingerbread. It also has healing properties, due to having ginger and cinnamon, and being absolutely mouthwatering unlike its inferior ginger brethren: ginger snaps, ginger-lemon, ginger molasses.
It brings me back to my childhood, back to when I lived in a gingerbread house with my dear old grandmother. I remember I used to eat the wall’s. Good times. Gingerbread houses and gingerbread men are a staple of Christmas, as well as the whimsy and joy which they bring. It’s like a tasty little doll, bursting with emotions and feelings. I believe that we all have shared experiences with the wonderous time of building a gingerbread house. Pouring your heart and soul into every detail of your little creations, like a god. The creativity and expression you’re able to put into the architecture and style of every one of your little gingerbread creations is a feeling like no other, not to mention the scrumptious earthly taste. It truly brings out the whimsical imagination of every soul that lays a finger upon the magnificent creation that is gingerbread.
Gingerbread much like its taste, has a rich and flavorful history. It has been a delicious treat since the times of the Greeks and Egyptians, when they used it for ceremonial purposes. Later making its way westward to the fine lands of Europe during the 11th century, even the crusaders wanted a piece of that sweet, yummy treat. Once gingerbread made its way to Europe, it evolved as taste palates became more saccharine and sumptuous. In the 16th Century, The English replaced the scrumptious breadcrumbs with flour and added eggs and sweeteners, bringing us to the modern form of gingerbread. But where art thou, my fine little gingerbread legion, the gingerbread man is royalty, after all it was created by Queen Elizabeth the 1st. Ah the good times back when I was a richer man, you could call me, the monopoly man.
Gingerbread is one of God’s many gifts to humanity, the mouthwatering flavor seeping into the furthest crevasses of any person’s mouth. The whimsical nature and creative process of crafting any fine gingerbread creation is truly an experience to behold. The history of gingerbread is opulent and fortuitous much like the cinnamon, ginger and cloves of the gingerbread. If any inhabitants of Earth dislike gingerbread, they should be chastised, for gingerbread truly is the greatest treat of the holiday season.
