Some friends invited me to join them for dinner and gingerbread-house-making festivities. I’ve never made a gingerbread house before. But it looked as though it would be fine. There was peppermint hot cocoa to inspire and myriad candies and kits to get us on our way. Piece of cake (or cookie, as the case may be), right?
Oh so very wrong, my friends.
I had more issues than I’d care to recall. There was one flittering moment when I felt I was finally getting my creative groove; I was on my way to making the most fantastical side windows imaginable … then I caved in the wall. Two hours, dozens of napkins and paper towels later – with icing every which way but set and a floor that appeared to be snowed in – this was as good as it got.
Before we arrived my friend Kristi as telling me this would be her first experience making a gingerbread house as well. “I’m just hoping someone’s looks more lame than mine,” she said.
So behold! A Christmas wish granted …