When the Candyhouse is Rocking

My sister-in-law's family is uber-athletic.

Three kids that eat, sleep and breathe baseball, softball and football. Their rooms are decorated with fatheads of Albert Pujols and shelves of shiny, metal awards. They throw like polished athletes. They own two state championships and only one of them is old enough to drive.

Two. State. Championships. And they're not driving.

Yeah.

We're the artsy-fartsy family. We dance, write, design, skateboard and ride horses. We've hit no homeruns, scored zero touchdowns, and never struck out. Our shelves have never seen a trophy. But we can make one mean candyhouse.

We were challenged to a gingerbread house contest. Two families. Two kits. Add any materials you want, as long as they're edible.

You have 90 minutes.

Go.

Behold.
A State Champion.
Left: Pretzel horse with broccoli pasture and chocolate chip dookieCenter: Fruit rollup halfpipe and pretzel stick framingRight: Graham cracker outhouse with chocolate "filling"Corners of house: Lifesaver rainbarrels and pretzel stick firewoodRoof: Broccoli green roof with MMs Starburst sidewalkBroccoli shrubbery

INSIDE Pretzel wood floorMM dance floorCandy cane "exercise" pole.

A trophy, at last.