Well, this weekend we set ourselves a goal: making a gingerbread house. We're trying to get our little Yule traditions up and running before Loki gets here.
Have we ever made a gingerbread house before?
Did we let that stop us?
And thus I mixed up an obscene amount of gingerbread dough, and it looked like this:
My hubs and I did this together, listening to the Homicidal Christmas Channel on the live streaming radio. It was very funny, hearing R2D2 telling the Night before Christmas, and the Hanukkah song.
And since he's a maths freak, we did the cutting-out and measuring of everything with MATH. Not eyeballing it, as I was ready to do. As I was perfectly happy and willing to do. Instead, on a Saturday morning at 11, I had to use my BRAIN.
And it hurt, preshus.
Below, see my stringent pencil and paper notes as well as the maths. Holy cow. I didn't even have an eraser! *cries*
Here is what hubs did: the rolling out, the cutting, the placing of the gingerbread on the tray...
His rolling skills. And his hands. Aren't they cute?
Look at his rolling out and cutting of gingerbread house skills.
And all I did to this point was place the gingerbread pieces in the oven.
While we were waiting, I mixed up the icing, and the stuff all together. Used my new food colouring, too.
I won't show you the hot glueing part. (Because this is where hubs burned his hand enough to blister it, the poor thing! So I sent him to the bathroom while I finished glueing it together.)
And voila! Here is our little gingerbread house, all put together.
But then we started to decorate it. And THIS is where I managed to be of some use!
My kitchen SO looked like a tornado hit it. This is just the tiniest bit of how horrible it was. The BlackCat had a fun time going through and taste testing, though. The little turd.
The finished product!!
I used snickers for the path, and I think this might possibly be the coolest aspect of this house E-V-A-R.