December 24, 2009 at 9:46 am
After scouring the Fulda Family archives (a.k.a. three shoeboxes full of photos), the head librarian (a.k.a. my mom) uncovered visual documentation of the gingerbread houses I built during two consecutive Christmases in my mid-teens. I know this will be difficult, but can you guess which package below contains the wrapped gingerbread house kit purchased from Target? Please, take your time.
While I’d like to say I wanted to build a gingerbread house out of my love for the culinary arts, I really just wanted to shove sheets of gingerbread dotted with gum drops down my throat, and then suck on the bag of frosting as a chaser. However, as I soon learned, eating a gingerbread house is not as fun as Hansel and Gretel made it out to be.
First off, building the house is a lot of work. The roof would slide off, gum drops never quite stayed attached, and overall the house looked like it’d been built by a corrupt contractor who was embezzling supplies for the Lollipop Guild. This was because I couldn’t help but eat some of the supplies as I built the house.
Then, once the house was completed, I let it sit out for a few days so people could admire my handiwork. By the time I started to eat the building, it was stale and not that delicious. It was also hard to break off pieces to eat, and when I did they were just as likely to break my teeth.
Conclusion? Gingerbread houses are far better to admire than to eat. On that note, I wish you all a happy holiday season!