Gingerbread Houses 2020 Edition

What can I say, it's just been that kind of year. The gingerbread softened instead of hardened, the royal icing (house glue) almost broke my beloved Bosch mixer. Then it was crazy runny.

The houses this year couldn't even stand on their own. Above you see the load-bearing peppermint sticks of mine and Ethan's house. He also tried rubber cement and on the inside is a pile of saltines trying valiantly to keep the walls from caving in. It was all futile.

Grace and Libby tried frosting and melted marshmallows with no better effects. Their house stood for as long as it takes to inhale. Then it just slid slowly apart, leaving marshmallow strings behind.

The walls just kept tumbling down.

Michael and Sam shot for simplicity and managed to make a house that stood strong, if slightly crooked. It was still standing the next morning.

They were even proud enough to sign their creation. None of the rest of us felt such pride.

We attempted. We persevered. We kinda made some houses. It's just been that kind of year. We keep trying, and it keeps falling apart. Next year will be better.