Like this.
In related news, I kept calling the frosting "glue" while we were building it, but it REALLY is like glue. I tried to throw it away tonight and literally could not get it to budge. In the end I had to hold the plate while Lindsay bashed it into pieces and then ran the plate under lava-like temperature water.
Word to the wise: Ginger bread houses are just for show.
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So sad! All our perfection and effort...wasted!! Max beware...you are dead next time i see you. (Steph, it must have been the cinnamon and minty gumdrops.)
PS...sorry about the glued plate. I may have gotten carried away with the snow.
i was about to say before i read it, max! that little pig.
and no, they aren't for eating. they're actually nasty.
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