My Christmas Gift to You

Merry Christmas, Tropophilia readers.  As my gift to you, I’m sharing my family’s top secret, blow-your-mind, eat a bazillion cookies, gingerbread recipe.  I maintain that this is the best holiday cookie recipe you’ll find.   Enjoy and thanks for a great first year of Tropophilia!

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Me and my brothers (I'm in the overalls), Christmas 1986

Ansley Gingerbread

Ingredients:

  • 2/3 Cup Shortening
  • 1 Cup Sugar
  • 1 Egg
  • ¼ Cup Molasses
  • 2 Cups All Purpose Flour
  • 1 tsp. Salt
  • 1 tsp. Baking Soda
  • 1 tsp. Ground Cinnamon
  • 1 tsp. Ground Ginger
  • 1 tsp. Ground Cloves
  • 1/2 tsp. Ground Nutmeg

Instructions:

Mix dry ingredients.  In separate bowl, mix shortening and sugar.  Add egg and molasses to sugar mixture; beat until smooth.  Add dry ingredients to wet mixture; mix completely.  Chill in refrigerator (at least 3 hours; best overnight).

Roll 1/8” thick slab (on sheet coated in flour or parchment paper); cut into fun shapes and bake atop parchment paper on a cookie sheet at 350 degrees for about 10 minutes.

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  • CobyMarshal
    Thanks for sharing this great recipe with us, my kids couldn't have enough of that ginger bread. But the best gift I ever got for Christmas were two artificial Christmas trees and decorations for them. They helped us spend some quality family time while decorating them and the forest did not have to be harmed.
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  • Roy Smith
    I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely around a Red Christmas Tree, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
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