On a counter at the Owl Restaurant is a street of freshly created gingerbread houses.. Each house on this street is a prize in a raffle to raise proceeds for a local orphanage. The tickets are a dollar per chance.
I am told that you don’t eat the houses, that they remain in a plastic bag in your attic or on garage shelves to use as Christmas decorations for the next 30 years till your surviving children throw them out.
I buy a couple of raffle tickets to support the cause.
Kids without parents or a house to live in remind me of Ms. Sue’s in Haiti.
Posts about Gingerbread Houses tell me its time to take another trip.
Japan , Madagascar., and Iceland are looking like possibilities.