Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Gingerbread Fortress

At some point in the middle of December, a friend of mine casually mentioned that she was planning to build a gingerbread fortress and invited me to help out. Well, it never worked out for me to help her out with her fortress, but I sat down a few days before Christmas to build one myself. About an hour and a half into cutting out templates, I began to suspect that my job in the Army probably isn't using quite making use enough of my creative energies. Once I get settled into a schedule, I'm really going to have to take up a hobby or three. In any case, I spent most of a day designing, mixing, cutting and baking the gingerbread pieces, then enlisted the help of the Elephant's Child in assembly and decoration. Between the two of us, well, you can see the results.

I present, Gingerbread Fortress 2007:

This is in my parents' church's kitchen. My mom doesn't have orange countertops.

The attackers seem to have the upper hand. That battering ram is serious business, and nobody expected the siege towers.

Or the grappling hooks.

It's been a long, tough siege, and the infirmary is full. Grandma thought it was the firing squad. If it were the firing squad, they'd have frosting blindfolds, not frosting bandages. Don't think I didn't think about it.

Perhaps a thorough interrogation of the captives ("Not my gumdrop buttons!") may reveal a way out of this mess.

The situation is getting desperate. Will the walls hold?


Shane said...

You are a huge nerd. I wish I was on leave.

Elephantschild said...

Good captioning on the photos!

Next year, the Kremlin!

Cheryl said...

Wow--this is amazing! I can't wait to show my Evan.

(Has this fortress been consumed yet?)