There’s something about the wit and whimsy of a gingerbread house that I just love. I started my “house” career when my son was born. I was all inspired by Diane at craftypod, and overflowing with new mother hormones, I wanted to start a little Christmas tradition. In typical moi fashion, it has turned into an epic baking event each year.
My first gingerbread house was very modest, but I had an absolute ball making it in my “I have a 6 week old baby” sleep deprived haze. It’s the little details like the lollie trees, star anise and cinnamon logs that I love creating.
The second house, also known as the “ikea” had to be baked and then flat packed to be transported to our family Christmas in Melbourne and assembled on-site. I seem to recall that was the year of disastrous royal icing which sets like concrete on my in-laws pristine new kitchen bench. Joy to the world.
The third house – my all time favourite, was the mid-century modern interpretation. Oh the fifties!
The fourth house I decided needed a swimming pool – well it is the middle of summer here in Australia! It was based on the Rose Seidler House in Sydney and was technically quite the construction to undertake.
I’m moving to Hong Kong in 10 days time and I honestly don’t know if I’ll get to make a gingerbread house this year. I don’t even know if I’ll have an oven when we get there! Although looking back through all these piccies I desperately want to! Do you make gingerbread?
You can find my gingerbread recipe here: