OK, so I might be going off on a bit of a tangent here but this is actually a big deal for me…. or at least the pregnant, irrational, hormonal me that I am residing with in my body this Christmas. I have always… ALWAYS… loved the idea of sitting on a cosy afternoon in December, Christmas movie or songs playing in the back ground, twinkle lights and festive decorations festooned all around whilst I construct a super amazing Gingerbread House that surpasses even the Witch in Hansel and Gretel’s lofty expectations!
|Gingerbread House Expectations…
Yet, for at least the past 5 years, every single attempt I have made to master this culinary architecture has resulted in disaster. Maybe it’s because I’m a tad heavy handed? Maybe it’s the impatient tendency I have to rush the structural engineering phase in order to get to the fun aesthetics part where I decide which jelly tot should go where? It might even be because I have only ever used gingerbread house making kits with their shoddy white icing cement instead of designing one myself using lots of complicated measurements before fusing it all together using skin scalding caramel?
|Gingerbread House Reality…
Note: Above picture is from last Christmas’s Instagram and accompanies the following quote:
“Had romantical notion of building Baby Bear his first ever gingerbread house…. yeah…. would have had better luck building an actual effing house. Stoopid icing.”
Whatever the reasons, whatever the logic… I am officially giving up… this year. I never say never and would hate to say this bemusement I have adopted towards this particular festivity is enough to warrant forever, but I feel that myself and this sweet treat dwelling need a break from one another. For the sake of my already waning sanity, I need a step back from the disappointment and stress that comes with trying to affix a flimsy biscuit roof to an equally flimsy biscuit wall using nothing but royal icing that seems to liquify instead of harden as time goes on.
The only thing that is a shame about my decision this year, is that I won’t be able to stand in the kitchen scoffing gingerbread biscuit and jelly tots to assuage the disappointment felt from failing to assemble the bloody thing. Oh well… all the more reason to buy that Biscuit Assortment Tin I was eyeing up in Aldi the other day!
Every cloud and all that!
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