It’s finally done.
I can now return to getting 8 hours of sleep. sweet sweet sleep.
2kg of icing sugar, 4kg of flour, over a dozen eggs… and Voila. A tiny house.
I learned a lot on this adventure. Measure twice, cut once, bake. Remeasure, recut, rebake. Aside from the windows, no major issues though. The icing worked out every time and aside from the first batch of slightly dry gingerbread, no problems! Wheeee.
Eventually, this will be brought to a party (although how I’m going to transport it there is beyond me) and destroyed. I will post pictures.
Next year I’m thinking of a replica of my parents house. I have had a few requests for something with a garage (don’t as me why…) and I think i might oblige. It also has a pretty fun front porch… I’m going to have to start in November… oh man, only 10 months before I start this process again! haha.