ice ice, Baby…
I’m a sucker for gingerbread houses. I love them. I had never been brave enough to attempt assembling one of them. They always seemed to be outside that realm of possibilities.
To be honest, I still amn’t brave enough. I bought a cop-out kit. Essentially a 3D edible jigsaw that you ice.
It was fun and put me in a Christmassy mood, which is hard to do as I am the love-child of Ebenezer Scrooge and Cruella De Vil when it comes to this time of year. Construction went well. The foundations were solid and I fell certain my house will be able to withstand some minor earthquakes, along with the tremors as I bound around the kitchen.
Icing the thing was my downfall, which I didn’t anticipate. It’s fun for like 10 seconds, and then you lose the will to live. There’s so much gingerbread in the world and icing is so uncooperative. It just wasn’t to be.