Before I knew it, I'd eaten the
entire plate (and then some) and didn't realize over half the batch was gone until I cleaned up my mess from lunch and went back into the dining room to find that all that was left was a
handful of gingerbread folk and a hidden pile
of casualties I tried covering in icing (iced gingerbread
cookies are no longer welcome in this house)(the icing makes it difficult to drown them in coffee and be able to actually drink the coffee, afterward).