Swedes celebrate Christmas Eve. Every Sunday leading up to Christmas, we light a candle, then make gingerbread and saffron buns.
We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.
I don't s'pose anybody on earth likes gingerbread better'n I do-and gets less'n I do.
The year has held its ups and downs for me; I'm sure it has for you, too. I'm counting on the year ending on a note of joy (and gingerbread!) and look forward to a new year brimming with promise and peace.
While studying art and design at Central Saint Martins, I went round supermarkets taking photos of shoppers and their baskets: the game was to match people with their food. For an architectural project, I made a scale model of a shop out of gingerbread rather than foam and added icing and sweets very colourfully.
One thing I always make - and I'm sure this is partly to do with memory and yearning and because I've made it ever since my children were born - I make gingerbread every year. And it's partly just the perfume of the spices in the house, makes it smell like winter to me.
I like cookies, any cookie you put in front of me - animal cookies, sugar cookies, anything crunchy.
Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.
We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.
How could one be in this world without feeling dismayed by it? Even if one paints flowers and gingerbread.
I don't have much interest in gingerbread houses - except in eating them.
I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.
Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies.
