Yes, I know my mom, Grandma Fizz was a Master Gingerbread House Maker and most of us can remember the Christmas get-togethers decorating those houses. In all those years, I have never actually MADE a house. I have made a few gingerbread men cookies. Little did I realize a degree in Architectural Design or some kind of Baking Engineering was required. (Unless you were like Fizz and had taken basic Woodworking classes, or like Bethany, the Cake Decorating Queen). I followed patterns and cut out with a pizza cutter. Little did I realize that the leavening in the dough caused it to expand and mis-shape itself. I made the Royal Icing, which was the easiest part. With no cake decorating tubes (I had given them all away), I just used a knife. One side of the roof broke in half and the top of the end broke off. I repaired these with icing.
The roof pieces didn't coincide because of swellage. (Is that a word?) And this end piece looks like......well, I will let you GUYs guess that. Bob noticed it immediately.
One side piece caved in under the roof.
But, it doesn't look too bad from this side. OK, so it looks like a third grader did it. (They could probably do better). Oh, well....it was an interesting? way to spend a snowed-in day.
Maybe next year I will get brave and actually do it as a project with grandkids and all.
The roof pieces didn't coincide because of swellage. (Is that a word?) And this end piece looks like......well, I will let you GUYs guess that. Bob noticed it immediately.
