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.