Special Cabin Biscuits
December 18, 2011
I'm sure everybody remembers Discovery Hut.
The Recreation Office conveyed a request to the bakery for sixteen gingerbread house kits, for the purpose of propagating holiday spirit among the community. Exercising admirable self-restraint--in my opinion--I gave Rachel and Aaron a full ten seconds--maybe--to register their disinclination for the project. And then the discussion was over. "ME ME ME ME ME! I'll do it!"
There was never any chance that I was going to draw up a plan for sixteen traditional Swiss-Alpine cottages; we're in Antarctica! Discovery Hut mandated its inclusion in the festivities. Of course I built one for myself as well (that was kind of the point), complete with windows, weathering, and a mummified dead seal on the front porch. It was marvelous fun. I can't think of a better way I could have spent my Christmas "holiday."
Two days after completion, to my great consternation, the Hut began quietly to crack along the seams; a collision between a dish cart and the proofer on which I'd left the Hut for "safekeeping" led to ruin. It shouldn't have. This is the second time in as many years that my architectural adhesive has failed me.
Next year.
The Recreation Office conveyed a request to the bakery for sixteen gingerbread house kits, for the purpose of propagating holiday spirit among the community. Exercising admirable self-restraint--in my opinion--I gave Rachel and Aaron a full ten seconds--maybe--to register their disinclination for the project. And then the discussion was over. "ME ME ME ME ME! I'll do it!"
There was never any chance that I was going to draw up a plan for sixteen traditional Swiss-Alpine cottages; we're in Antarctica! Discovery Hut mandated its inclusion in the festivities. Of course I built one for myself as well (that was kind of the point), complete with windows, weathering, and a mummified dead seal on the front porch. It was marvelous fun. I can't think of a better way I could have spent my Christmas "holiday."
Two days after completion, to my great consternation, the Hut began quietly to crack along the seams; a collision between a dish cart and the proofer on which I'd left the Hut for "safekeeping" led to ruin. It shouldn't have. This is the second time in as many years that my architectural adhesive has failed me.
Next year.
