In the beginning, in an equal rights minded land, lived a girl who could see that some sort of divine pleasure eluded those she met in the street, at the office and on the train. One day as she moseyed home laden with the spoils of the corporate battlefield, a wave of energy came over her. Donning an apron, she set about to create something delicious...Something decadent that she had often dreamed of. Small voices urged her... "Cook, cook, cook us into existence". And so it was that Gingerbread Folk were created to be enjoyed by young and old alike.