The inception, from my point of view, was merely a distraction from the painful events I was experiencing. Stephanie and Erin called me and they had just finished a gingerbread house. I was immediately jealous and wanted to make one, too. My girls, being as awesome as they are, agreed to make a second house the next day. I was told to bring wine, powdered sugar, and anything else that struck my fancy, candy wise. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I only knew I wanted in.
I was a complete novice and started by doing whatever they told me. At one point, Erin said, “Hold that,” as I held a wall in place. I asked, “How long do I have to hold this?” “Until is stands on its own,” followed by giggles, was the reply. I don’t remember who said it, but I was not amused. I couldn’t reach my glass of wine! I started practicing bows and little details.
We loved our first house and decided that our three brains worked really well together.
We checked out books from the library and looked online for ideas. Erin consulted candy experts for ideas and we scoured every candy aisle in every store for more ideas. We started a pinterest board, then another and another. It was addictive, in a good way. We couldn’t wait to try out new ideas! But first, the breaking of the first house. It is tradition that the youngest gets to break the house. With us, that would be Stephanie. Enjoy!