… especially if you can eat your mistakes.
When we were at DD’s house before Christmas, I asked her what I could do to help get ready for the dinner she was preparing for company that evening. She looked around and said, well you could finish that gingerbread house the girls lost interest in. Obviously she had things pretty well under control and was searching for something for me to do. I got that and I didn’t mind.
I had never had any experience with making a gingerbread house, but not knowing what I’m doing doesn’t necessarily keep me from doing something anyway, so I dug in.
Luckily I had brought a very large container of red and green juju’s that were each topped with a white cap. We had used some to decorate cookies, but there were lots left. And it’s a good thing, because much of the candy that had come with the gingerbread house kit was nowhere to be found. Possibly the reason the previous contractors had lost interest? They had eaten enough of their building materials that they realized they couldn’t finish, is my guess.
It took me a while, but I finished the house by just using frosting to glue pieces of candy in every available space. That was a little trickier than it might seem because the pieces that were already in place weren’t always in straight lines and they were stuck fast, so I had to work around them. But, even then, I was surprised at how much fun it was!
So I’ve decided that next year I’ll try making a gingerbread house from scratch.
You may want to tune in for that. It may be a disaster, but I’ve certainly learned that sometimes the best stories come from disasters.