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2020/023: Gingerbread -- Helen Oyeyemi
Tuesday, March 24th, 2020 07:41 am2020/023: Gingerbread -- Helen Oyeyemi
Harriet Lee makes gingerbread. Some like it, others reject it. The recipe's an old Druhástranian one, handed down from mother to daughter: the original was a way of using blighted rye. ('gingerbread made the difference between choking risk down and swallowing it gladly'.)
( no major spoilers )
‘It’s like noshing on the actual and anatomical heart of somebody who scarred your beloved and thought they’d got away with it,’ the gingerbread addict said. ‘That heart, ground to ash and shot through with darts of heat, salt, spice and sulphurous syrup, as if honey was measured out, set ablaze and trickled through the dough along with the liquefied spoon. You are phenomenal. You’ve ruined my life for ever. Thank you.’
‘Thank you,’ said Harriet. [loc. 23]
Harriet Lee makes gingerbread. Some like it, others reject it. The recipe's an old Druhástranian one, handed down from mother to daughter: the original was a way of using blighted rye. ('gingerbread made the difference between choking risk down and swallowing it gladly'.)
( no major spoilers )
