Gingerbread, man

My fascination with gingerbread men is a relatively recent one - and one that I was happy to see die down gently.

Not so, Jason - bless him.

In reality, when I saw that he has sourced me a new kind of GBM, as yet uncatalogued by me, my heart nearly missed a beat, or did an extra one, or something.

Anyway, this charmer is from the Baker's Oven - branches throughout the North-East, and Zimbabwe. He's a cheery looking little fellow, too - as I remarked to Jason himself, whilst chewing off a leg.

I can't pretend that the cannibalism element does not intrigue, or even please me. Where else can one legitimately bite someone's head off?

Technically, this is a great GBM. Icing buttons down the front, and a cute little bow-tie. Then a happy face etched into the dough, as well as two blue icing-sugar eyes. The feet even have shoes - something I have not seen before.

My problem came, when I neared the end of my GBM eating experience. Jason commented that he suddenly felt uncomfortable about my proceeding further. As I placed the arm in my mouth and bit down, I noticed him wince, noticeably. I have no explanation for his actions or protestations, and fully intend to remain confused about this for the foreseeable future.

Thanks, Jason.

Comments

[John Cooper]

It's often amazed me how squeemish people are about eating things with look like they were when tey we're alive. I mean, if we all had to go out and catch the little ginger guys ourselves, tether them - kicking - to the baking sheet. And listen to ther eanguished cries as we thrust them into a baking hot oven, then there'd be less vegetarians - Hoorah!!!