In the past nine months or so, Louis’ family has made a lot of gingerbread. His clan has a gingerbread recipe from his Aunty Helen, which comes complete with a quadrupled version: a tin of golden syrup, a bag of flour, a block of butter, and lashings of ground ginger. Thus gingerbread played a big part in the family fundraising effort for Clementine’s Latin class trip to Italy, and if you took part in any strand of the challenge you were sure to get a little bag of gingerbread with your purchase as a thank you.
So, this week, Playcentre is doing a bit of fundraising for itself, and when someone said ‘bake sale’ I immediately put up my hand. Each family brings a tin of something, and a couple of us will be spending tomorrow putting it all into cellophane bags for our ‘Bonanza’ on Saturday. I made the quadrupled version of Helen’s recipe because, with Rata’s birthday coming up and a lot of people in Christchurch needing a bit of Lotte-baking-cheer, I sensed a big batch of dough would come in handy.
For one of the Clementine’s bake sales, Louis’ mum Nicola had produced some packets of ‘solo dad gingerbread’ with a man and baby gingerbread man. They tickled me pink, and since she had borrowed my cookie cutters to make them it was easy for me to recreate the scene at home (and I don’t have a gingerbread lady cutter). Each brightly dressed dad will have two brightly dressed sprog and a little heart. The dads are more casually dressed than Nicola’s, but we live by the beach, you know?
There’s a part of me that is saying ‘but gingerbread don’t really need icing’ and another part that is saying ‘but you told everyone they didn’t need to go to lots of effort with the piping set and now you’ve gone ALL OUT’. And then in the Kapiti Observer today our bake sale was described as a ‘baking competition’. OH NO!
I can hear the other mothers sharpening their claws…