According to my zany calendar, today is National Gingerbread House Day.
I’m not sure if we’re supposed to celebrate by making one, eating one, or both.
But my bet is on both.
Anyway, I don’t know about you, but as a writer I can’t think of gingerbread without that sassy little Gingerbread Man coming to mind.
To refresh your memory, I’m referring to the fairy tale that first made its “You can’t catch me!” debut in St Nicolas magazine way back in 1875.
The plot is as follows:
A poor childless woman decides to create a kid out of gingerbread.
Alas, she did not have access to Thesaurus.com, so she failed to note that a synonym for “ginger” is dash.
And dash he did — in one ginger snap, he was out of the oven and all over hill and dale.
A huge chase ensues, and then…
SPOILER ALERT! If you don’t want to know what happens to the Gingerbread Man, go back to your life already in progress and read no further!
You have been warned.
Well, the spicy little runaway meets his maker (not his baker) in the toothy maw of a sly old fox.
The moral of the story?
If you’re hell-bent on baking up an offspring, for goodness sake, use something sensible, solid, and steadfast like potato bread.
PROMPT: Yes, there have been many modern retellings of this runaway-food classic, but clearly it never gets stale. Create your own snappy twist today!