This was my favorite dessert when I was a little girl. I can remember clearly the smell of the gingerbread cooking in the oven--even now the smell bring goose bumps. Having two brothers I had to compete vigorously for my share of seconds. If I lost, my mother would always give me her piece when the the boys weren't looking. I don't have it any longer, but I remember finding this recipe many years later on a little scrap of paper in the pages of my mother's favorite cookbook.