There. I've just made a huge batch of gingerbread dough. It's now sitting on my balcony, having a rest. Tomorrow at some still undefined point in time,
pnr is coming over to make gingerbread biscuits with me. So I had to make some dough.
Once I started making it, I begun to realise exactly how much it was going to be, and glanced at the recipe: yep, makes 400 biscuits. Oops. I could have quartered the recipe, and still have more than enough...
Also, the sugar sort of got away from me a little, in an unguarded moment, but I think I managed to save the dough.
My theory is that my brain was trying to get back at me for all that maths I've been subjecting it to lately. "Sorry, this month's quota of number processing, calculations and sizing up of proportions, etc., has been filled. Please wait until next month and try again."
I suppose everybody has their own gingerbread dough family recipe, passed down since the Viking age, so I won't write out mine (unless anyone asks). It's not mine, anyway; I have Grandma's Super Sekrit X-ms Cake recipe, but no particular family g-bread recipe. The one I used comes from my friend Kersti, it's her great-great-grandmother's.
So I'll be making gingerbread biscuits far into summer... Thankfully, gingerbread dough keeps really well, if you keep it well wrapped and cool.
Anyway, if it turns out I ruined it completely, we can always pop out to get some ready-made dough from the shop. Even if that's cheating.