Ellen have you ever made a gingerbread house before? No? That is probably a good thing. Well every year my mom buys one of those gingerbread house kits for me to do (I have never once expressed any kind of interest in making these but she continues to buy them. She is going to end up on TLC: Gingerbread House Hoarding). Since today was Christmas Eve Eve, I decided I should probably make it. So I started making the icing, poured it into the bag, and then that is where it all started going down hill. The icing was overflowing over the top of the bag and dripping out of the tip, all over the floor. I walked to the kitchen table, leaving a trail of icing behind me on the floor. First I started to put the wrong pieces of gingerbread together (these things should really come with a blueprint) but then I fixed that. So minus the icing all over my face, the mailman, my hands, the kitchen floor and table, I thought things were going great. I started to add decorations to it and then the roof started to fall off; candy beads were flying everywhere and my sister was just sitting there laughing hysterically. At this point I think I lost all of my patience because somehow the gingerbread house magically ended back up in the same box it came in. Below is a picture of what the house should look like according to the box and then next to it is a picture of what mine looks like.
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