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No Running Away, Gingerbread Man

 

A gingerbread man, name of Stan

Was smiling as he left the pan,

He said, “I won’t run,

Cuz I know we’d have fun…,

If you’re nice and don’t bite me, we can.”

 

*Gingersnap Recipe

In a saucepan, heat up:

1 cup butter

1 cup molasses

1/2 cup brown sugar

Bring to a boil, while stirring the mixture. Let it simmer about a minute until it is bubbling vigorously.

Take it off the heat and pour it into a mixing bowl.

 

Have dry ingredients ready to add to the syrup mixture.

3 and 1/2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon powdered ginger

 

Mix dry ingredients with syrup mixture and then pour it onto a heavy plate  to put into the fridge to cool for a few hours. I make a couple of cuts in the dough to quarter it on the plate so I can more easily get it off the plate in pieces when it is cooled.

Roll out the dough to about 1/8 inch thickness (it will be hard to roll out at first until the dough loosens up and warms a bit – this is where the man of the house comes in handy) and use a cookie cutter to make the round shape of gingersnaps.

Bake at 350 degrees for about 8 minutes (until the edges are just beginning to turn darker brown). Take them out of the oven and set them aside for a couple of minutes before trying to put them on a cooling rack. They will get “snappy” as they cool.

Use the leftover pieces of dough to make your gingerbread man.


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Wallaby

 

 

Willoughby Woo was a wallaby

Whose kangaroo friends called him “Wannabe,”

He’d pretend to be cool,

But they called him a fool.

It’s not what a wallaby oughtta be.

 

“Now listen, my friend, Joey Roo,

I’m certain we’re cousins, we two,

Though different in name,

We are clearly the same, 

And you see that I’m handsome like you.”

 

Still, Willoughby Wallaby Woo

Wished he were a fine kangaroo,

His friend Joey Roo,

Said, “I know what to do.

Just say, ‘Bibbity Bobbity, Boo!'”


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Laughing Pup

*Note  –  I apologize for using this same photo of Emma again, but I really love it (because I love her so much). Emma is 11 years old now and is still “the best.”  Also, I wanted to mention that I do have four fingers and a thumb. One finger is just tucked in.

 

There once was a puppy who laughed,

Whose owner was equally daft,

She told the pup jokes,

That she’d heard from some blokes,

Then both of them rocked fore and aft.