Gingerbread is a word which makes me very suspicious. When someone tells me they have gingerbread, I know that in a few moments I will be either ecstatic or absolutely gutted. The reason being that the word “gingerbread” appears to be used both for the squidgy, amazing cake kind and the chewy, slightly rubbish biscuit kind (though Emma tells me these should really be referred to as gingerbread biscuits). Yeah yeah, I know, I’m in the minority here, but gingerbread men do nothing for me. Gingerbread cake, on the other hand, makes me so happy, I just want to lie on a big pile of it and smoosh my face into it’s lovely, sticky insides. I don’t know. Let’s move on. Come in, there’s more!