I’ve never been much for making Christmas cookies. For one thing, I cannot make sugar cookies to save my life.

I take that back. I can make sugar cookie dough that tastes awesome, but I can never get it to translate to cut out cookies. But I lack the patience for high-volume cookie manufacturing…spooning out the dough onto a sheet, waiting for them to cook, shoveling them out to cool, watching everyone in the family shovel them into themselves before the next batch can finish…

So my alternate plan was to make gingerbread houses as a family. Well, not gingerbread, but graham crackers, but the concept was the same. I’d put the houses together, one for everyone in the party, put out pots of different candy, and the royal icing. And I’d beg the kids not to eat the icing, because that stuff is not meant for human consumption.

Fun Fact: those houses smell awful as time goes on.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016