Yes the day has come where the endless gingerbread syrup has squirted its last squirt. Devastated is an understatement. I mean I knew this was coming. Wednesday the barista told me that the teeny, tiny bit of syrup left was most likely going to another customer as soon as I left and then there would be no more until next Christmas. I chose to not believe him. There is always a pessimist or a grinch lingering around to ruin peoples hopes and dreams of warm, gingerbready delight. I simply thought I was meeting him on the sunny Wednesday morning of January 26th.
Much to my dismay, he was just a realist trying to break the news to me softly yet sternly. My head told me to listen, but my heart just could not let it be. So today, I found out the truth. So long little GBL...I will miss you! Stay warm, bold, and gingery until we meet again.
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| R.I.P. my gingerbread man |
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