This year's gingerbread house is not as richly decorated, but it has provided us with hours of
I started things off on Sunday by baking a gluten-free house. Gluten is what generally gives baked goods their structure; this house was structure-free.
The best parts were the green sugar sprinkles
and the gingerbread man cookie cutters - far more interesting than the cookie house. The Little Gingerbread Boy, of course, had to go in the house.
Monday, I found another recipe and baked another house. This one cooked up far more solid - I credit copious amounts of butter. I glued the walls together with royal icing and imagined the messy fun ahead.
"Hey Ryan, wanna decorate the gingerbread house?"
Once again, the cookie cutters commanded his attention.
I coaxed him into making a half-hearted attempt to stick something - anything - on the house. He chose toothpicks.
|(BTW, re: Cherry Cordial M&Ms: don't waste your calories. Stick to Pretzel M&Ms.)|
Then he turned his blue sugary attention to the rest of the kitchen. The windowsill. The floor. The counter. The bowl where I was keeping some onions and garlic. The radiator. The chairs. Everything.