Our Kitchen is Cursed

As you may know, last year's gingerbread house was doomed before construction began. I had higher hopes for this year. The pieces were a bit burnt, broken and not quite perfect. However I had a genius idea to make a shanty style creation, with a tin roof and generally broken down looking house. So, my ginger ghetto shanty was partially put together, held together precariously with lots of royal icing. The house was out of sight, safe on top of a table.

Another project I started on Friday was sugar cookies; a recipe I was trying from tartlette. I came, I cut, I baked. Voila perfect little sugar cookies awaiting the arrival of my brother. Every year, my brother and I frost all the cookies together.

Alas, both these attempts were doomed. I came home this afternoon, to find my entire house consumed, nary a crumb to be found. This I can blame on the dog. However I cannot be sure who enabled the consumption of the cookies. The cookies were on the top of the fridge, in a tupperware container. We came home from a family party, to find them gone. Apparently someone moved the container. All family members deny this. Also, I'm not sure how the dog would have opened the tupperware container. This leads to 2 conclusions, someone's lying and wanted to eat all the cookies themselves (cough mike cough) or we have a ghost who enjoys baked goods. Or a Christmas Grinch?