Urrrrrrrg

I neeeeeeed to stop eating raw cookie dough.

Gingerbread house is slightly closer to completion despite my uncontrollable appetite AND despite my failure to differentiate between the 1/2-cup and 1-cup gradations on the shortening package (yes, shortening, I'm sorry.)

Yeah, about that last part. Heh, embarrassing. I guess I just wasn't thinking and used twice the amount of shortening called for, and it didn't register in my brain until after I'd creamed it with the sugar and molasses.

"Huh, that seemed like an awfully big 1/2 cup of shortening."
*pulls out empty box from garbage*
"An AWFULLY big 1/2 cup...
...
Oh shit."

So what to do? I couldn't double the recipe -- it already called for seven friggin' cups of flour, and what was I going to do with that much gingerbread? Fuck.
I added more sugar and molasses, to get the proportions of the mixture to some level of correctness, and set half of it aside. Tossed in an egg, random spices of various sorts, chopped dates, raisins, pecans, walnuts, cocoa, flour, baking powder and so forth; tossed it in the oven and kablam, fruitcake of some kind.

Though it seems to be more like greasy spice brownies with fruit and nuts. It's pretty damn delicious, though not what my stomach needed after all that gingerbread dough.

So much sugar. I'll never get to sleep...