This is the first time I'd tried baking at a high altitude and it took a little experimenting with ingredients and baking temperatures and times. As we worked, I passed on anecdotes and stories of the past because we had a new family member taking part in all of this. So it took some 'splainin as we were molding. Then things began to go other ways.
Altitude or too hot of an oven? Maybe the biggest takeaway from this year's activity was discovering that one gingerbread man had e.d. after getting all hot in the oven. All of the next gen had to show and tell that story.
What is it about traditions that seem to carry on but twist and take on new meanings as they go? The bonding and creation of community -- don't you know in your own traditional folkways how you use the "we" in the doing of them? What traditions bring you together most?