Hallo from Berlin! If I’m a little absent from these here parts it’s because I’m putting on twenty five layers and enjoying the freezing cold temperatures while trudging through the city. Thankfully there’s gluhwein (a hot mulled wine) to be had, which warms you up for 3 euros or less, if only New York had such things. . . .
I’ll see you when I get back, and I’ll tell you all about it once I get all my film developed. In the meantime, check out the latest roundup of Gourmet Unbound!
tschüs!
* photo credit goes to Amir. If I had taken this photo it would have been a lot more crooked.
I first made this cookies over ten years ago and I have made them every Christmas since. I usually create a sort of gingerbread UN, with gingerbread men from all around the world: a Scottish guy with a kilt, a Japanese woman wearing an elaborately decorated kimono, a French man with a striped shirt and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
These are hands-down one of my favorite, and one of my most popular cookies. When my mom’s godson was smaller, we used to make these together and he’d always ask for them when he came to visit. One of my uncles always takes home three or four to eat with coffee. Because of all the molasses and spices, my college roommate used to call these the “bully of the cookie jar.” He meant that in the best of possible ways.
“the pure luxury of a cloudless sky, designed not to please the flesh but solely to please the eye;”- Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
