The boy is studying fairy tales at school. This week he has learnt about The Gingerbread Man. I can’t say I am familiar with the tale at all so I don’t suppose I’ve been very engaging when he has discussed the story tale’s (in his words) plot and themes. So when he came home yesterday and wanted to make gingerbread I was all for it… okay okay that is total bollocks – I was knackered and strung out with a misbehaving middle child and an over tired baby but nonetheless I said “Yes” because this is something I try very hard to do (with mixed success). I am so glad that I did – we all had a wonderful time measuring the ingredients, following the recipe, taking turns, being safe and while there was a mass exodus of the kitchen when it was time to clean up they did have the good grace not to fight and misbehave so I didn’t mind getting on with it on my own.
We made gingerbread moose too! Just because we could. Both gingerbread people and moose were decorated with happy and sad faces as I tried to engage my children in conversation about feelings. At times I hold concerns about my children’s emotional intelligence so every so often I like to be proactive in discussion. There are times in this parenting gig where the mister and I feel like we’re doing really well… and other times when we have stacks of parenting books on our bedside tables that are frantically being flicked through in a desperate search for answers. I digress.
The recipe is a good one. Not too complicated and makes a good quantity without being totally ridiculous.
… and in order to keep perceptions balanced – baked beans straight from the tin and frozen veg zapped in the microwave were served to the children for their dinner. No complaints registered … they were of course hoping that if it was all polished off there’d be more gingerbread on offer for dessert.