Gingerbread houses: if you can't beat them, eat them.
I love the Conner Prairie Gingerbread Village. Since moving to Indiana, this has become one of our favorite holiday traditions. The edible masterpieces that can be seen there are crazy amazing. Last year someone made Lucas Oil Stadium, complete with retractable roof and thousands of tiny seats. Bilbo's Hobbit hole was there, a giant Rubic's Cube, a beautiful carousel, and a model of the arena from Catching Fire, the second book of The Hunger Games.
The year before, someone made The Burrow. For the non-Harry Potter people, that's the Weasley's amazing house, built many stories high, wobbly story after mismatched story of awesomeness. This was the creation that sparked my son asking could we please make a gingerbread Hogwarts.
It's precious how much faith he has in me.
November 2013 -- My favorite! |
I barely survived this year's build.
We threw around ideas at the dinner table, wondering if we could make an RV. That morphed into a traveling library, which I thought was precious, but complicated because wheels. I don't know if you've noticed, but wheels are round. Round is hard.
We compromised by agreeing to make a Little Free Library and fill it with a few of our favorite books. And so our Little Free Gingerbread Library was born.
Conceived. Birthing this baby was
an arduous, at times heart wrenching, story.
We began by baking lots of gingerbread. LOTS! Two batches of gingerbread and two batches of Rice Krispie Treats and three batches of royal icing later, we'd constructed our gingerbread library.
We took a trip to Fuzzywigs in Hamilton Town Center for candies to decorate and then the kids each took a side to make their own.
True to the Christmas spirit! |
He loves his Legos. Everything is awesome! |
We experimented with fondant icing, something we'd never used before, for our book jackets. Everything was going well.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, To Kill a Mockingbird, Catch 22, & The Hobbit |
And then…
It started snowing.
Being a transplanted southern girl, I blame all the world's ills on snow.
It's starting to sag, but we're still hopeful. |
We watched with anticipation, wondering if our roof would hold. But alas, it was not meant to be.
I blame the snow. |
Calamity! |
New joists to hold the "plywood." |
Little patchwork |
And then…
Right. You win, Gingerbread. I give up. |
This brought back memories! We used to go the gingerbread workshop at the library when we were kids. Great job, despite the calamities! And cute kids. =)
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