Sun streams through the window, marshmallow clouds gently flow through a faultless, blue sky as little hands gently and seamlessly press out symbols of love from the cushion soft dough. The sweet, warming aroma of ginger floats from the oven, with the promise of something both delicious and satisfying soon to be enjoyed by all.
The anticipation becomes too much and little morsels of dough sneak into little mouths. Only moments after the scorching heat leaves the tender treats, warm pockets of delight fall into eager mouths and tiny tummies are content….for now!?
Ok….maybe this isn’t exactly how it happened…but we can pretend can’t we?