It seemed like such a great idea. Make a gingerbread house! I mean, they come in kits now. It’s not like I’d have to bake the pieces and then try to assemble them. A kit. With instructions. And an E-Z form base.

“How hard can it be?” I asked my husband.

He gave me The Look. I’m not allowed to use this phrase since The Amityville Remodel. Still, I figured it couldn’t be that hard. Kids do it. We bought the gingerbread house kit.

I read the instructions. They were somewhat…brief. But still, it’s a gingerbread house. There aren’t that many pieces. Two ends, two walls, two roof pieces. Pretty easy to tell what goes where. So I warm up the icing and get started.

Two end pieces up, two walls between, four wall structure. Except the icing doesn’t really hold. Apply more icing. Jam walls back together. Eventually get four walls sticking together, more or less straight.

Add roof. Hey, it’s working. Kind of. Begin to ice roof, as a prelude to sticking on candies, gum drops, etc. Apply a peppermint as shown in picture to top of roof.

The weight of a single peppermint is too much. Roof loses structural integrity, begins to collapse. The long, slow slide to gingerbread destruction is underway and I am helpless to stop it with my frosting-coated fingers, although I try.

I apply more icing. It’s hopeless. The roof will not go back on. I have a four-walled, roofless gingerbread structure. The gingerbread figures who come with the house stand around in frosted candy-sprinkled dismay, wondering if the baker’s version of FEMA will rescue them. They’re guilting me out. So the toddler and I eat them. Homeless gingerbread people problem solved.

In the morning, the gingerbread debacle looks like a Candyland tornado victim with no survivors. Husband offers to remove the evidence. I say, “yes, please” and begin to scrape off the frosting that ended up everywhere.

“Next year we’ll do it together,” the husband says.

Yep. And maybe by then we can build some kind of support structure to keep the roof on. We’ve got a year to come up with something. Hey, how hard can it be?