Gingerbread Man

Aunt Carole and I traveled to our Aunt Donna's funeral service mid-week in Cincinnati.  Gramma Pat stayed with Camden.  On our way back we stopped in Shelbyville at a little bakery.  I picked up a big gingerbread man as a treat for Camden.

It was a nice subtle gingerbread flavor and just the right amount of crunch.  She loved him...

 

At least enough to bite his head off!