Of all of the Bear-a-thought illustrations that I have created over the years, ‘Gingerbread Bears’ reminds me of the most bizarre predicament that I found myself in. Although I do enjoy the occasional cookery programme, I am not blessed with culinary skills. So when I needed to create a very small portion of dough, I thought that it would be a ‘breeze’ – even for me! This small piece of dough was going to be used to create some small gingerbread bear biscuits that Scruff (the bear in the illustration) was going to bake.
Off I went to my local Post Office; the postmistresses Enid and Angela soon provided me with my essential ingredients, butter, eggs, flour… Back at home, I set to work with a hale-and-hearty approach to my task, but after mixing the ingredients for a while I suspected that something was not quite right. My dough consistency was wrong! I put that particular mixing bowl to one side and using what was left of the ingredients started again. Culinary disasters don’t often strike twice in the same kitchen, but let me tell you they can. The dough was too runny this time… I put that bowl aside and went to the Post Office again to buy more essential ingredients. This was beginning to be a costly exercise for one piece of pastry. I started again (not quite as hale-and-hearty as before), mixing ingredients – checking the recipe – weighing things carefully. But it still went wrong! My fourth attempt was no more successful!
Then, a friend arrived – surveyed the culinary process at hand and exclaimed, “What are you doing?” I explained and within minutes hands were washed and then plunged into the various bowls – the first ‘experiment’ had lacked enough butter, the second hadn’t enough flour. Soon all the mixtures were perfect.
I now had enough dough to feed a family of forty. After cutting out a wide assortment of animal shapes, including giraffes and rhinoceroses, out of the dough, we were ready for baking the collected menagerie. The scene was somewhat reminiscent of a factory production line (at full tilt), as tray after tray of biscuits were placed and taken out of the oven…
Too many biscuits… I couldn’t eat them all, so I packed them in clean white paper bags and distributed them to my astonished neighbours. Thankfully no one was rushed to hospital with gastroenteritis, and even more thankfully I had remembered to salvage a small piece of pastry aside for my illustration.
So, when people look at my teddy bear illustrations and see the bears, smile and say “How lovely!” they really have no idea what pains and lengths I have had to go to create that particular finished piece of artwork.
After writing all of this copy, I think I need a refreshing cup of tea and a gingerbread bear… Biscuit anyone?