The Testes Kitchen documents boys in their pursuit of culinary excellence. It also gives me an excuse to make gay jokes.
Now that the housing market is picking back up, gingerbread houses are in high off-season demand. My brother and his husband live in New York, meaning they don’t have billions of dollars to spare on actual gingerbread houses, so they talked to their realtor and instead invested their hard-earned couch change in the graham cracker market.
They headed out into their ‘hood Sesame Street style (Oooh, maybe 227 style. That was a good show.) to see what the neighborhood was lacking, and discovered there was nary a gay club or outhouse on the whole block. But after some blood, sweat and queers, that problem was remedied to the maximum.
The steps to making these graham cracker houses are simple:
1. Buy stuff.
2. Be gay.
3. Frosting = glue.
4. Dick jokes = funny
Voila! A delicious new family tradition to be enjoyed by you and your adopted and/or surrogate-produced offspring for years to come.