Did I mention the statuette of Santa somehow also came out looking like a chimpanzee? That's not good. Nobody wants that, especially at the festive holiday time.
Normally I don't approve of taking otherwise delicious food (gingerbread, frosting, candy) and making it completely inedible just for decorative purposes (cinderblock, cement, gravel). But damn you, children's literature (especially you, Max and Ruby), you made making a gingerbread house look so fun to Roo in all those books, he wore me down with the constant nagging. Gingerbread house gingerbread house gingerbread house please please please puhleeeeeeeeeeez!
And can you blame me for caving when the weather outside is frightful and the end result was two solid hours of silliness and laughter, and faces like this:
Of course the gingerbread house is all but forgotten less than one helio cycle later, but what do you expect? We used a kit, from Target and it tastes like pictures of Afghanistan look (I'm sorry, but who do you think I am? Ina Garten? I don't have time to bake fresh gingerbread and make butter frostings for a decorative Christmas fantasy--they wouldn't have the bunkerlike sturdiness to withstand such nonsense anyway!). Once Toe and Roo made it and gave it a few licks, they realized it wasn't going to be the disneyesque experienced they belived, and moved on to playing Xbox. Sigh, I can't blame them.
When I was a kid we made delicious edible gingerbread houses with my farmy, rural German-English grandma (her name was Agnes, but I always just called her "Gramma-in-the-country," true story). The walls were Lebkuchen (real German gingerbread is actually translated as "The Bread of Life" just to give you an idea how good it tastes...) and the icing was stiff but fluffy and the candies were maybe peppermint sticks and shortbread flowers and little roof tiles cut out of a thin sheet of buttery homemade caramel. Yummy!
Yes, I know, I'm a 100 years old and people don't do that no more, get over it, blah blah blah. Now I have to go get ready for Thanksgiving, and no, there will be no cranberries out of a can!