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It's that time of year when there is the smell of gingerbread in the air. It's one of those warm and delicious smells that, layered with spices, is comforting and leads me to aspirations of home baking. Last year, when as a family we were wading through the preparations of a house move and relocation to Denmark, from somewhere I did indeed find time to make some gingerbread men, or at least their close relations, gingerbread angels.

The Danes take gingerbread to the next level and in many bakeries there are beautiful houses and hearts  made from gingerbread and honnigbrød setting the festive scene.

My favourite though, by a long stretch, is the army of gingerbread men that have invaded the bookshop.

 

 They fill the windows, peeking out from amongst the books and staring out at passers by...

They look cheeky and as food and books don't usually mix there is an audacity about their proximity to the beautiful Christmas books so carefully displayed. They truly look defiant in their occupation!!

 

The gingerbread men are the fruits of a very dedicated and creative labour from a fellow blogger over at Scandineighbour. She toiled long and hard to produce 50 of these beauties and an urban legend has it that, when night falls upon the streets of Hellerup, the gingerbread men get up to untold mischief (as if it isn't written on their faces in the icing!!).

Perhaps my daughter recognises them from their frolics as she spent quite some time admiring (and perhaps envying) their prized seats amongst the forbidden window displays. If only she could join them...