These Ginger Chewies made me smile. The dough smelled wonderful. They smelled wonderful baking. They smelled wonderful cooling. And they tasted homey and comforting and Christmas-y. I made them to take to the Faxon's house last night as they opened their home and soup pots to anyone who might want to stop by. I was kind of hoping for a few leftover cookies, as I figured the spicy quotient of them would only increase with a day's time, but that was pure foolishness. That just means I will have to make another batch.
Very very soon.