When I was growing up our candy house was not the gingerbread variety. My Dad made a rectangular 2 story plywood house on a 12 by 18 in. plywood base. My mom and I would make a giant batch of Royal icing in the mixer and then we coated the entire house and base. Hershey chocolate bars were used to make a front door, windows, sidewalk, and the chimney. Gum drops lined the outside of the base and the eaves. Peppermint candies outlined the sidewalk. The generic traditional holiday hard candy and candy canes were used to line the edges of the house and roof. M&M's and candy orange slices filled the roof. I am drooling as I write this.
It was fair game to start prying the candy off on Christmas Day. With each pass of the the house, the candy decorations slowly disappeared leaving behind a stained impressions in the frosting. Finally once most of it was gone, the house was bound for the sink to soak the frosting off. We never ate that.
I made these houses with my mom, started the tradition with my boys, and extended it to one of my God children. It has probably been 10 years since I have made one, now that the little people in my life are all grown up, and the plywood house of yester year is long gone. It was fun to do and it made a delicious and festive table decoration. Visions of Hansel and Gretel always came to mind. I am sure my doctor would say it is not a healthy holiday activity. But I say, memories have no sugar or calories and are delicious to think about. It is a good thing we are snowed in or I would figure out a reason to make one. Cheers!
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