It started out with an innocent invitation to a friend’s house to make holiday decorations for her tree. Being the good American friend that I am, I brought my trusty Gingerbread Man cookie cutter. And a 6-pack of beer (correction… a 6-pack of Italian-sized 66 cl. birre).
It pretty much disintegrated from there.
There were numerous attempts at a dough that would not rise too much, which resulted in several deformed gingerbread men with air pockets protruding from their bellies and cavities sinking into their chests. We decided to use those to our advantage. I mean, after all, we are in Emilia… are we not? Pork has to make its way in here somehow.
This little guy’s wound was too serious. There was nothing we could do.
Depending on the individual artist and her level of beer intake, the results ranged in quality from the likes of this:
To the intricate detailing of these guys:
In the spirit of the holidays, my lady friends created this adorable fancy ginger-couple.
Then we had another beer and this happened. I have no excuse for our behavior, but I will note that Italian ladies are not nearly as prude as Italian men would have you believe! (Yes, that’s a Christmas tree cookie.)
And, of course, don’t forget my gingerbread retiree couple. Please note his Hawaiian shirt and her oversized ring.
So there you have it. Just your average Wednesday night here in Emilia.
This post is yet another reminder to my fellow expats/immigrants about the power of finding local friends to hang out with. I was having a pretty bad week until these creative girls cheered me up. It also helps that I decided to blow off work this morning and dedicate myself to uploading my photos to Picasa…