Shannon did our annual holiday baking yesterday afternoon.  I was out for the day, but this morning I found a treasure: the Secret Ginger Spice Burial Grounds.  It’s a Tupperware full of broken ginger spice cookie corpses, all mangled by a ruthless spatula.  Because of natural pressures and steam, the victims had softened into a sweet mush, rather like peat moss in texture.

And now I feast upon the delicious dead.