It’s hard to write about decorating gingerbread houses because usually that is the most Christmassey day of the year for me—even more than Christmas, in some ways. But this year we didn’t have our party. My friend didn’t bring a pot of lovely soup. We didn’t eat the soup, lose track of time, and realize it was time for another pot of soup.
It was small and simple, like most things are these days.
Well, it was small and simple until someone brought out the power tools.
He can’t ever do things normally.
Sing with me now: One of these houses is not like the others…
…because one of these houses is a snail, inspired by the two crusty old Tootsie Pops Kevin found at the bottom of the candy bin.
Pardon me? Oh, why yes, that is a man made out of marshmallows with a candy wrapper head and eraser pirate hat riding the gingerbread snail.
Giddyap.
I do hope there’s no magic in the old pirate hat Kevin found because I’m sleeping with this thing in my house now.
(Also, yes, that is a piece of poop behind the snail, because I live in a house of many boys.)
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Pumpkin enchiladas with tomatillo salsa
(Cheese and crackers for dissenters)
Garlicky roasted asparagus
Chocolate caramel thumbprint cookies
