My first, last, and only gingerbread house.
Mom and I were talking this year, and I was lammenting the fact that I had never made a gingerbread house ("What kind of childhood is that!"). So how serendipitous was it when her Secret Pal gave her a Wilton's kit for one?
This was NOT the fun, enjoyable, relaxing experience I imagined it to be. When I followed the directions for the frosting, I ended up with this, this....mass of glop that was NOT going to come out of the decorator's tube they supplied me with. To put the house together, I used my hands and glopped the frosting on that way. To actually decorate, I thinned it down considerably.
Then, at no point in the process would the frosting, oh, I don't know, STICK to the gingerbread! It was a disaster. Mom's secret pal wanted to see pictures of the finished product. I told Mom to tell her that I was 8 and mentally handicapped. (Which is undoubtedly an insult to those truly handicapped!)
Also, I had somehow imagined that this was a family project. Something you bonded over. I'm not sure how that could ever work out, though, unless you were making a ginger-mansion. My brother and I would STILL end up clawing our eyes out and breaking it if we tried to work together on this thing (and we're 21 and 23).
So, for your holiday amusement, I present my gingerbread house:
I got lazy on the back. There were supposed to be widows, but as you can see, my windows look like crap, so I made lattice, just to fill it in.
Oh, and for you additional amusement, do you know how many servings this is (according to the box)?
Wait for it....
wait for it....
Okay, first of all, who actually eats the house when they're done, and second, 50? Are they serious? It looks like, maybe, 20 to me.
Anyway, feel free to criticise and giggle to your heart's content