Showing posts with label Bonhomme en pain d'épices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bonhomme en pain d'épices. Show all posts

Saturday, 13 December 2025

Gingerbread Man Babyccino

Sometimes, after I pick up Wolfie from school, we stop by one of the local coffee shops and we have a drink and a cake together. I have tea, he goes for babyccino. And, as Christmas is coming, it seems that they have special figures for their babyccino. Now, there is no gingerbread or ginger at all in this drink. It's just literally a figure made of cocoa powder, like you often see on real coffee. All the same, it'svery cute and festive and worth the price of the babyccino. Which is very reasonable, by the way.

Tuesday, 19 November 2024

Gingerbread Jewellery

 It is sitll far too early for Christmas, but I hope you won't mind me publishing of Yuletide today. Anyway, we went to the little town of Marlow recently and its main street was already full of Christmas decorations. Some businesses were rather impressive. This was the case of a jewellery shop. I could not resist and I had to take a picture. I am not a big fan of gingerbread as food, I mean I can eat it, but it is not my go-to sweet. But I love the atesthetic of gingerbread men, gingerbread houses and the likes. It's old-fashioned and not tacky. Anyway, here it is, I hope you enjoy.

Friday, 10 December 2021

Our Gingerbread Man

Many think that gingerbread men are a stable of Christmas. I do too, but it has never been a dessert I was particularly fond of, although I do it some from time to time, if only to give me a quick Christmas feeling. I eat it more for the feeling than the taste, if that makes sense. But is especially remind me of the tale of the Gingerbread Man. And recently, I lived my own mundane version of the tale. A week ago, I went to a nearby corner shop to buy bits and bots and saw that Cadbury had made a Gingerbread Edition of their Dairy Milk. So I bought it for my wife, who loves chocolate and special editions of classics such as the Dairy Milk bar. But I left the bar at the counter. I saw when I got home that I had forgotten it. As I needed to get back to work, I could not walk to the corner shop and correct my mistake, but my wife went there for me, even though I had not asked for a receit. She managed to get it back without too much trouble. Nevertheless, it felt like this Gingerbread Man, like in the old tale, tried his hardest not to be eaten.