We’ve sung a few carols, Mary and Joseph have almost made it to the stable in our Advent nativity, we have consumed more than our fair share of mince tarts, but the largest indicator has to be the state of the floor.
Along with the usual debris that can be found on the kitchen floor – (today’s favourite – a weet bix that “someone” (let’s be frank , it’s Harriet) has managed to pilfer from it’s package and smish into three million crumbs) one can also find glitter, sliver cachous and hundred’s and thousands.
And this is one pointer to the fact that Christmas is several days off.
I hope yours is happy and safe and filled with the loveliest of moments.
Thanks for popping over here a little bit this year to a rather ad hoc, un focussed sort of blog and sharing some of your day with me.
I’ve had a number of other half witty things that I’ve thought to share with you this year, but as life happens blogging gets passed by – and that’s a good thing!
Enjoy your gingerbread house (photo to come of ours – not quite as hideous as last year… although I shouldn’t speak just yet!)
xxxxxxx
golly – I did speak too soon.
Even as I wrote this post Harriet, Sweet Harriet pulled a stool up to the table and has been squishing her fat naughty baby hands through the icing, hundreds n thousands and caschous that cover the roof of the gingerbread house and smearing it into her cheeky little gob.
Gus and Bonnie will be less than pleased to see their artisan gingerbread house has been treated in such a manner.
Joy!
edit -a later addition!
here’s a photo. it went… well… wrong…
(and I cannot even blame a child)
Margaret Fulton your recipe is awesome. What fabulous tasting gingerbread.
And my construction skills leave much to be desired.
So first of all I had to make it a gingerbread compound, rather than a house.
And then while I tried to find a flattering angle for a quick photo, I realised any angle would do as long as it was quick… and before it collapsed

This once-a-year cooking pressure! arghh