It bellowed as it took the tray, stacked high with miraculous ginger shapes. The machine swallowed them whole until their edges a crisp brown, cracked by its flames. The home was transformed into a cloud of molasses swarmed with rumbling stomachs. As each click of the timer goes by, the mouths are moistened and the hands are ready. Taking the steaming silhouettes from the biting grip of the toothy fire makes for an interestingly colorful afternoon. Their insides remorselessly took the brittle shapes coated in a thin line of guilt as it grumbled in exasperation.
Q- What's the best Christmas cookie?
A- Chocolate chip (answer in the comments below!)