a five-tier gingerbread pagoda is something that my engineering/architecture skills aren't up to. I made the supports and assembled the structure last night. It was about twenty inches tall. And then it wasn't.
It's too bad, but, on the plus side, how often does a person get to say "mmmmmmmwreckage!"? Ruins have never been so tasty. I might try a scaled down and better supported model tonight. I should probably just forget about it, but then where will my gingerbread monks live and worship while they're waiting to be devoured? On the other hand, there've been fifteen of them scandalously close together, naked and horizontal, in a ziplock bag since Wednesday, and they seem pretty happy. I suppose they could be meditating themselves into a state of bliss, but I suspect that something a little more corporeal is going on in there. Hot cookie monk-on-monk action. I may need a cold shower.