Growing up, I remember the thrill of decorating gingerbread houses at Christmas time. There was just something magical about creating a miniature house out of nothing but edible items. It reminded me of the classic story of Hansel & Gretel, which was always a favorite of mine (though I always have thought the part where the witch eats the little children was a bit creepy). Anyway, having a little boy of my own now gave me the chance to re-live my childhood by pulling out the candy and frosting and going to town on a tiny house made of flour, sugar, and molasses. What can be sweeter than that?
Oh, and Benjamin decorated some sugar cookies made by his Aunt Laura since it turns out he is actually still a bit young to do a full gingerbread house. There is always next year...and the year after that...and the year after that...
Oh, and Benjamin decorated some sugar cookies made by his Aunt Laura since it turns out he is actually still a bit young to do a full gingerbread house. There is always next year...and the year after that...and the year after that...
My gingerbread house, front view
My gingerbread house, ariel view
Laura's self-named gingerbread "cottage"
Wyatt's masterpiece, complete with river, bridge, and camp fire
Weston and Benjamin's beautifully decorated cookies
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