When I was a little girl, my mom always ordered a gingerbread house at Christmas. I would be so excited when it arrived, and I would look at it for a long time, carefully eating only from the back side first so as to preserve it as a holiday decoration for as long as possible. (But I always ate it at the end.)
I went off to college, and she continued sending me one, where it sustained me through finals. I've gotten one every year, even as an adult. One year I was so busy at work that it never left the office (where she had sent it) but rather served as several meals because I didn't even have time to run downstairs and grab a sandwich.
Now, she sends it to the whole family. The kids love it. (I think they'd also love to make their own. Maybe we'll try that too this year.)
But somehow, it doesn't last nearly as long.
Before
I went off to college, and she continued sending me one, where it sustained me through finals. I've gotten one every year, even as an adult. One year I was so busy at work that it never left the office (where she had sent it) but rather served as several meals because I didn't even have time to run downstairs and grab a sandwich.
Now, she sends it to the whole family. The kids love it. (I think they'd also love to make their own. Maybe we'll try that too this year.)
But somehow, it doesn't last nearly as long.
Before
During
After
I can't tell you how fast this happened.
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