The humble little gingerbread that Sam and I made with our bare little hands. The gingerbread house that now soaks up the tears of my sweet, innocent little ginger haired girl. The gingerbread house that may have likely crushed my daughters dreams of being the world’s premier dessert dwelling engineer!
Although we are no longer in the competition, we ask that you continue to play along with Movita and vote for your favorite Ginger. The two houses left are both beautiful in their own regard and they deserve to be there. (Even though they crushed our spirits and made us doubt our abilities as pseudo bakers)