Thanksgiving’s turkey has been carved, consumed, and whittled to the wishbone. Gravy-slathered leftovers have been licked from their plates, and the last slice of pumpkin pie’s been polished off. I can smell the shifting season in the air: an evergreen, spice-scented fragrance on the wind. Christmas is coming.
I love ginger. Unassuming little root that warms you from the inside out. Lively and bright, it mingles well with everything from cinnamon to garlic. It’s the guest you want at any party. But I think it’s personality (both comforting and invigorating) shines brightest at the breakfast table. And never more than when the sun grows drowsy and the air smells faintly of snow. (more…)