

To be precise, she doesn’t like the way her smile photographs as forced. She has a slightĭruhástranian accent that she downplays so as not to get exoticized, and she doesn’t like her smile. She’s 34 years old, is always slightly overdressed, and wears hosiery gloves when pulling on her tights so as not to snag them. If she has an aura, it’s pastel-colored. She stood alone over her mixing bowl and stirred with the clenched fist of a pugilist.īambi-eyed Harriet Araminta Lee seems so different from the gingerbread she makes. Harriet’s mother, Margot, is no fan of gingerbread.

This is true, but it’s also edited for wholesomeness. She sometimes tells people that she learned how to make the gingerbread by watching her mother and that the recipe is a family recipe. So what? Food turns into a mess as soon as you chew it anyway. Both are dark and heavy and look like they’ll give you a stomachache. She makes two kinds - the kind your teeth snap into shards and the kind your teeth sink into. “ That heart, ground to ash and shot through with darts of heat, salt, spice, and sulphurous syrup, as if honey was measured out, set ablaze and trickled through the dough along with the liquefied spoon. “It’s like noshing on the actual and anatomical heart of somebody who scarred your beloved and thought they’d got away with it,” the gingerbread addict said. If you live low-carb, she can make it with almond or coconut flour, and if you can’t have gluten, she’ll use buckwheat or millet flour, no problem.Ī gingerbread addict once told Harriet that eating her gingerbread is like eating revenge. You may think you don’t like gingerbread.

She doesn’t say she hopes you’ll enjoy it you will enjoy it. If Harriet is courting you or is worried that you hate her, she’ll hand you a battered biscuit tin full of gingerbread, and then she’ll back away, nodding and smiling and asking that you return the tin whenever convenient. It is not humble, nor is it dusty in the crumb. There's no nostalgia baked into it, no hearkening back to innocent indulgences and jolly times at nursery.

Harriet Lee's gingerbread is not comfort food.
