My eye candy is made of mouth candy!

My friend Joohee recently decided that if we make gingerbread houses at Christmas, then making gingerbread churches at Easter is only logical. While I don't entirely follow her reasoning, I can't argue with the concept of adhering food to food with other food.


At least as much candy ended up in my belly as on my crenellated cathedral. I thought I wouldn't ever want to look at sugar again, but two days later I was pillaging like a pirate.


And now, without the slightest attempt at segue, I leave you with a progress shot of the hourglass, lounging in the goldeny morning glow of my east-facing house. (I love spring.)