I’ve never met a Ginger I didn’t like.
Give me soft gingerbread cake with fresh whipped cream, spicy ginger beer in a tall glass with ice, or crunchy ginger cookies accented with icing, currants and sweets. Be it light or dark, shaped like a house or straight off the stem, Ginger is one close friend of mine, and always will be. There’s something exotic and yet extremely comforting in the warmth and spice of ginger.
Funny how people here call redheads “Gingers” – must be an old-fashioned thing. The only redheads I knew as I kid were kind of rough and bullyish. Even Little Orphan Annie had a mean streak. Since then, I’ve met more than enough lovely Gingers to counteract my previous bad experience (I’m even related to one by marriage!). However, there are not as many Irish redheads as you might think… or Scottish redheads, for that matter. Honestly, I think I’ve seen as many Gingers around here as I ever did anywhere else I’ve lived. Irish folk come in all shapes, sizes and colours these days – don’t base your ideals on a postcard! I actually heard in the news last year that there are fewer redheads than ever, and that the trait may die out all together if redheads don’t start marrying redheads and having lots of redheaded babies! Wow! Food for thought. 🙂
Anyway, I don’t know where the term “Ginger” really came from, as ginger and red are two colours far apart… but whichever Ginger you’re referring to, I’m going to take a chance and say I like it. Or him or her.
A few more favourite Gingers…
OK, so Lucy is kind of cheating, she was actually a brunette, but best known for being a redhead! And let’s think about it for just a second – aren’t some people just better as redheads (natural or otherwise)??? I don’t think anyone would argue that Lindsay Lohan was a whole lot sweeter when she kept it natural. Just saying. 🙂