Neither one of us had ever made a gingerbread house.
We thought it was about time.
You know I don't have patience for things to dry.
I soon learned that cake decorating would not be in my professional future.
Mr. Z saved the whole thing.
If I had been doing it alone, I would have ended up busting up the crackers and making some sort of gingerbread-candy pie. With ice cream on top. And walnuts. And snickers.
And I would have ate it out of the pan with a spoon. And watched Rudolph.
I might still do that...
It makes a nice festive center-piece though.