Our oldest sister, Saralyn, has been having the cousins over every year on a morning in December for festive fun. She normally has us in the morning for a “North Pole Breakfast”, but this year it was lunch, and it was well received.
Remember her? She’s the one that has been putting her kids in 13 different costumes every hallloween for the past 9 years. She lives for a theme and a chance to be over the top, so our North Pole time is always full Buddy the Elf type spirit.
Her mother in law makes gingerbread men every Christmas that are always perfectly cut, perfectly baked, and perfectly sugar-sprinkled. Much to Saralyn’s husband’s skepticism, she decided to make the famous dough at our lunch. Her husband reeked of judgement during the process, but they turned out perfectly. Here is his mother’s beloved recipe.
Light molasses can’t be find in Georgia, but regular, dark molasses worked just fine.
We also did a craft…well the girls did. The boys were running around like boys at this point.
Thanks to Aunt Saralyn for delighting us with sequined antlers and the smell of dark molasses.
May your days be merry,