Hours later, here I sit repeatedly attempting the same unsuccessful tactics to insert info detailing what made this endeavor so successful by FT standards. What is so frustrating is that I am sure it is quite simple with a bit more time and rest and a few less interruptions for the sake of focus.
First off, I would have never considered making a gingerbread house with a child. For me this would have been an activity requiring complete focus and solitude.
The project began when friend-hero(
Then, knowing me in all of my fucktardedness, she thought it best to hot glue gun the graham crackers to the posterboard house for me. Ok, I'm feeling extra confident at this point.
Along with my prefab house(which I know for sure I could make by myself)she sent me home with a baggy of assorted candy and marshmallows. I am the Einstein that thought to break out the pretzel sticks to give our little chateau some definition.
So, here is what we did:
We used white frosting to cover the house.
Threw in a little green food color to make some green for the tree and the grass.
Candies were applied here and there in no particular fashion or pattern that I can identify.
Pretzels filled the gaps between the graham crackers, made windows and trees. They were able to stand after being stabbed into the tiny marshmallows.
Finally, tons and tons of sprinkles. Ernie's favorite parts were: SPRINKLES, sticking the Santa wrapped chocolate on the tree and the peppermint swirly candies onto the house. Marshmallow stabbing got some good laughs. It was so much fun working and playing together, watching immaculate and orderly Andy allow the mess and watching an equally immaculate and orderly Ernie attempting to maintain order over fleeing sprinkles and clingy frosting. Andy announced that next time he would like his own house which is very symbolic of the we way live. Amusing and symbolic and very true. He shall have his own next year.