Edible Environs.
Today wasn't your average day. Today, I erected a gingerbread village.
We're not talking life-size here. It wasn’t habitable. It was also less a village, in that there were only five buildings, and more a hamlet. While the scale may not have been 1:1, it was still bigger than the average biscuit settlement I construct on any given day; it’s just not part of my usual routine.
The cookie community was a Christmas present from my mother-in-law to my wife, which I helped finish in more ways than one (i.e. in both a building and an eating sense). There were five buildings to assemble and decorate: a bakery, a toyshop, Santa’s house, a gabled house and a chalet. The combination of properties wouldn’t make for a self-sufficient neighbourhood – a doctors' or a grocers' would be useful – but then again, when you live in a house that’s shored together with icing, the lack of amenities nearby would be the least of your worries. I’d be amazed if you ever got planning permission.
We're not talking life-size here. It wasn’t habitable. It was also less a village, in that there were only five buildings, and more a hamlet. While the scale may not have been 1:1, it was still bigger than the average biscuit settlement I construct on any given day; it’s just not part of my usual routine.
The cookie community was a Christmas present from my mother-in-law to my wife, which I helped finish in more ways than one (i.e. in both a building and an eating sense). There were five buildings to assemble and decorate: a bakery, a toyshop, Santa’s house, a gabled house and a chalet. The combination of properties wouldn’t make for a self-sufficient neighbourhood – a doctors' or a grocers' would be useful – but then again, when you live in a house that’s shored together with icing, the lack of amenities nearby would be the least of your worries. I’d be amazed if you ever got planning permission.
A gingerbread work-in-progress. |
While the structures were rickety at first, we eventually got the knack
of it. We then rewarded ourselves after listening to tonight’s In Your Inner Ear by devouring the bakery. Thankfully, there were no gingerbread
men or women on the premises.
Picturesque. |