I made a gingerbread Motel Fairwil right before Christmas, and while I wish I'd done some things differently -- lots more glitter, for one -- I'm a-ok with my first gingerbread effort.
Here are a few photos from the day.
Ingredients. The white forms on the left are the shapes of the motel. My husband is a very good spatial thinker and wielder of scissors, so he cut them out for me.
Melting/cooking. I had to fight not to stick my face in this and just lap it up, because hot.
My sous chef was rather disdainful of my margarine-melting technique. The judgment, it burns.
Gingerbread mixture has the consistency of glue, which you know if you've made it.
Yeah, I got a little bored waiting for it to cool.
Uhhhh. FOUR plastic wraps in the back of the pantry? WHAT. I think if you carbon date these a couple might go back to the 1990s. I like cooking, but this crosses some sort of point of no return.
Cutting out Gomery and Monty's motel wing.
Now I see why the sous chef was so disdainful. I was making an unholy mess.
The motel doors -- aka sour Rips candy -- go on.
Devouring the red Rips, which I mostly didn't need for the project, became an issue for me during the motel's construction.
The red Rip with the blue gel signified the motel office.
Oy. I'm a clean-as-I-goer, so I don't know what this untidy scene is all about.