Gingerbread people

[Gob]

Gingerbread people revert to men at Lancashire schools

Gingerbread men will be back on the primary school menus when they are reprinted, the council said

A Lancashire council which introduced gingerbread people to its primary school lunch menus is to rename them gingerbread men.

Lancashire County Council said staff brought in the politically correct term two years ago to amuse people, but the joke had been "lost in translation".

A spokesman said gingerbread men would appear on new menus soon.

Preston MP Mark Hendrick said he was pleased the council had "reverted to common sense".

"I thought daft political correctness had gone out of the window but obviously it's still out there," the Labour MP added.

"They were clearly men - they were not wearing skirts."

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-la ... e-11746280

[Guinevere]

What's wrong with calling them gingerbread men and women (depending on what versions are available)? Or just plain gingerbread?

[@meric@nwom@n]

This is the sort of thing that makes me want to jump off the planet.

[Gob]

What's wrong with calling them gingerbread men and women (depending on what versions are available)? Or just plain gingerbread?

History and fairy tales...

Now you shall hear a story that somebody's great-great-grandmother told a little girl ever so many years ago:

There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the edge of a woods. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing -- they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it into the oven.

Presently she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as he could go.

The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:

I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
And I can run away from you, I can!

Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But, though they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of mowers. He called out to them:

I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
And I can run away from you, I can!

Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn't catch him. And he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:

I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you, I can!

But, though the cow started at once, she couldn't catch him. And soon he came to a horse. He called out to the horse:

I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow,
And I can run away from you, I can!

But the horse ran, and couldn't catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox, and to him he called out:

I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow and a horse,
And I can run away from you, I can!

Then the fox set out to run. Now foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.

Presently the gingerbread boy said, "Oh dear! I'm quarter gone!" And then, "Oh, I'm half gone!" And soon, "I'm three-quarters gone!" And at last, "I'm all gone!" and never spoke again.

[The Hen]

It was because of that story I could never eat gingerbread for some years. I haven't tried in ages.

Perhaps I still cannot?

[Guinevere]

I've heard a similar story, but I love gingerbread (ginger and molasses are some of my favorite flavors). My mom make fabulous gingerbread cookies (shaped like boys and girls) and gingerbread cake (served warm with lemon curd). The boys love it now too, and especially love to cut out the boys and girls. We just call them "gingerbread" though.

[Sean]

Then the fox set out to run. Now foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.

Presently the gingerbread boy said, "Oh dear! I'm quarter gone!" And then, "Oh, I'm half gone!" And soon, "I'm three-quarters gone!" And at last, "I'm all gone!" and never spoke again.

What happened to them crossing the river?

"Jump on to my tail"
"Jump on to my back"
"Jump on to my nose"

CHOMP!

That's the version I know...

[oldr_n_wsr]

"They were clearly men - they were not wearing skirts."

Never heard of Kilts?

[Guinevere]

Hmm men in kilts. Tasty.

[Gob]

Not if you've seen me in one, not with my legs.


They look like two straws hanging out of a loft.

[loCAtek]

...but I hear you're quite swish in a skirt and the right stockings.

Show us your runway walk!

[Miles]

Not if you've seen me in one, not with my legs.


They look like two straws hanging out of a loft.

Don't feel too bad when my dad would wear shorts the neighbors would draw their curtains and keep the kids indoors.

[oldr_n_wsr]

Not if you've seen me in one, not with my legs.


They look like two straws hanging out of a loft.

Don't feel too bad when my dad would wear shorts the neighbors would draw their curtains and keep the kids indoors.

We must be brothers then.

[kristina]

I think my dear SO may well be part of the same family. In addition, he suffers from what we call "Male Pattern Ankle Baldness". He tells me that when he was younger (long before I knew him), he had "Hobbit feet"; nowadays there's almost no hair below the mid-calf.

[Gob]

Now that is weird!!

[Crackpot]

I have a similar thing going on my hair disappears at the sock line.

[Sean]

Me too. Not as weird as you may think Strop!

[Gob]

I've entered the "hair free legs zone" here, I'm getting scared...

[oldr_n_wsr]

My ankles are bare, and the rest of the legs don't have much hair. And now that I look in the mirror, the top of my head is it's losing hair also. But on the bright side, my ears and nostrils are growing more hair than ever.

[Miles]

Not to mention those pesky eye brows, eh?