I purchased a pre-baked house so we could get a feel for the size of the house and the amount of candy. I thought we could bake a second house closer to Christmas.
Before building the house Igor and Rob had decided that once it was decorated they would eat it. hmmmm..... I thought we could keep the house out as a Christmas decoration. In hindsight, this discussion was not necessary.
Igor mixed up the frosting to the consistency of toothpaste. Then we propped up the house with cans and started cementing the house together as described in the directions. It was much harder than I had anticipated. The frosting was more like fondant and it was very difficult to line up the house's edges just so. Finally we were able to get the foundation of the house up. We left the house to dry. A few minutes later we heard a crash. The gingerbread had fallen like a house of cards. The side of the house had cracked.
Igor said, let's not do this anymore mom. I suggested we decorate the house even though it was broken. Igor agreed. He loved putting on the candy.
4 comments:
Candy, that is an absolutely precious story and I think the lovliest gingerbread house I've ever seen. You didn't give up! (Sort of a metaphor for this adoption thing!) And it taught Igor not to give up when things don't go the way you planned. Thanks for sharing that!! :)
love, jill
Candy,
This is a really cute story! Thanks for sharing it. :)
Now I'm hungry for some gingerbread! :)
Tisha
I love it! I'm glad Igor was such a good sport about it! Our gingerbread houses are thanks to our precious no-kid neighbor, "Aunt Amy," and Braden's also had an unfortunate mishap. They're up to high for the boys to reach...tantalizing them on top of the kitchen cupboards. :) By the way...I just bought some coffee :) I'm sure Dad and Karl will love the little addition to their Christmas presents! Blessings,
Danielle
Christmas time is so fun! How awesome.
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