some things never change

if you knew me during college - or more specifically, if you lived with me during college (ahem, emma and abby) - then you might have noticed my appreciation for gingerbread. okay, maybe it was an obsession. if i remember correctly, i bought a slice of gingerbread from the whole foods bakery at least 3-4 days per week. all year long. 

now when i talk about gingerbread, i'm referring to the thick, spicy, dark, spongy, molasses-laden, uber moist, don't-eat-this-stuff-unless-you-really-like-ginger gingerbread. it is no joke, and i love it. 

fast forward four years, and i finally had an urge to bake it. something sounded so right about ginger and december and baking and heartiness and spices. so i went to it and fell in love all over again. my first bite took me back to those evenings after studying, curled up on the couch on ophir, tea in hand and roommates by my side. every bite was like that - magic. 

i am so happy i found a recipe that satisfies my gingerbread expectations. i am even more happy to know that it only takes a bite of something special to remind me of great times in the past. with this stuff in my repertoire, i have a feeling my obsession may return. some things never change.