There is a certain pleasure to be had as you push the heel of your hand down and feel the give in the dough. A myriad of shapes to choose from. Stars, circles, letters, numbers, gingerbread men, gingerbread women.
But nothing is quite as wonderful as the cookies and biscuits they create.
Warm, sweet heaven.
A few years ago I was working in an office in a fairly dull area just outside London. It was an unremarkable day and the clock was ticking slowly. And then it started to snow, a real blizzard. Within a few minutes the car park was full of every Australian, New Zealander, African and South African that worked in the building. They were outside throwing snowballs and building snowmen with huge beaming grins and increasingly red noses. For many of them this was the first time they have ever seen snow. It took me back to my childhood (I am sure it snowed more then) and reminded me of the excitement of the first snow of winter.
There is a certain pleasure to be had as you push the heel of your hand down and feel the give in the dough. A myriad of shapes to choose from. Stars, circles, letters, numbers, gingerbread men, gingerbread women. 
A few years ago I was working in an office in a fairly dull area just outside London. It was an unremarkable day and the clock was ticking slowly. And then it started to snow, a real blizzard. Within a few minutes the car park was full of every Australian, New Zealander, African and South African that worked in the building. They were outside throwing snowballs and building snowmen with huge beaming grins and increasingly red noses. For many of them this was the first time they have ever seen snow. It took me back to my childhood (I am sure it snowed more then) and reminded me of the excitement of the first snow of winter.
