I saw this in the store and took a few days to decide if I wanted it or not. Seriously what am I going to do with a haunted house cookie kit? Well my friend invited me over to watch the Patriots backhand the Cowboys and I decided this would be a fun thing to do during some down time.
Here's all the parts to the kit. Seems standard enough I guess.
All the walls and floors of my future house, which is all I'll be able to afford in the 70 cents my blog has made in 11 months.
Laying down the foundation of the house that love/ beer built.
This is when things started going a little south. Apparently the frosting wasn't as good a glue as I expected it to be. How much did I underestimate it, you ask?
What the fuck! How the fuck does that happen? WHY MUST LIFE BE SO HARD!
You know what adds insult to injury?
I look like I just blew a robot with an oil leak. And then what adds injury to insult? I cut up the inside of my mouth so it hurts like a bitch to put pressure on my lip. Have you tried getting gooey black icing off your mouth without using pressure to clean yourself? Just to get rid of some shitty tasting icing. Making icing suck is a feat in and of itself. It's literally just sugar.
The house was terrible. Tasted like cardboard with some paste slapped on top of it. The sugar candies sucked. The tiny candies felt like they were going to break my teeth, and the big candies tasted like a placebo.
Fuck this haunted house kit. It was a pain in the ass to build and my hands are still stained from the icing. It tasted like trash and that's where it ended up. Goes along nicely with me breaking my phone and losing a bunch of pictures of snacks I sampled. 0/10.
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