I’m sitting here typing this up with a brace on my wrist after realizing that I haven’t blogged in a while. Sorry about that. I’ve been fairly busy over the last month and a half with decorating cakes, a knee injury, and two plays. What is with the brace you might ask? Well it’s one of the pains of being a cake decorator. With my love of baking came the love to decorate cakes. Kind of follows the whole wanting to open a bakery doesn’t it?
So the Tri-County Fair is now over. The last you heard from me I was contemplating what to enter and shared my recipe for the Pumpkin Cupcakes with Cinnamon Cream Cheese Icing. While I entered twelve items total (that includes my picture, which did not place, and the Favorite Cookie Contest), I only got six done and still managed to make somewhat of a profit with my winnings. I placed on four of my six items. As the deadline approached fast, I invaded my grandma house and took over her kitchen because quite frankly, she has a much larger kitchen than my apartment. So I spread my flours, sugar, eggs, butter and what-not on her counter and got to work. As the hours ticked away, I realized that there was no way I would be able to get all of this done. Why do I procrastinate? So while a batch of oatmeal cookies baked away in the oven, I picked through my recipes and chose the ones I felt the most confident with. My favorites if you will.
I dropped my entries off and left for work leaving what I can only describe as my best effort at the last minute for the judges to critique. I waited anxiously for Thursday to come and hurried to the Fairgrounds after. While I was greeted with the flashing lights and various sounds that marks the beginning of the Fair, I was focused on getting my entry for the Favorite Cookie Contest over to the Party Barn and off to the Home Economic Building after the cookies were waiting for the judges. My eyes searched every inch of the many glass cases looking with confidence for my name. Around one case… nothing. Around a second… nothing. What? Around a third… nothing… wait my Pumpkin Cupcakes! It was the only one I wasn’t entirely sure on. It was only the third time making them. The recipe is still in a test stage. My eyes didn’t stay long on the cupcakes themselves but traveled down to the name tag. I know I need to see the eye doctor but I couldn’t be seeing a blue ribbon right? It has to be another color but no I was seeing correctly. First place. Down a little further and there was my Herb Cornbread and Oatmeal Cookies, both with the familiar red that I know to be second place. But wait… where’s my Chocolate Cake? I search the cases… nothing. What? Sure enough it was in a different case than what I am used to. I knew it had to be there. I mean come on for one thing my mom and I got creating and made a stencil so we could put the image of a palm tree (the theme was Gilligan’s Island) with powdered sugar. There it was. The judges were careful to cut around the tree to preserve the image for the people to see. Everyone loves my chocolate cake, so they say, but the judges found it to be a little dry and gave it a third place. Maybe I slightly over-baked it in my hastiness to finish.
The best compliment I heard about my Pumpkin Cupcakes was that when the judges took their first bites, they asked Susie (my cousin) if they were in the right category. Apparently they didn’t believe Susie that they were in fact gluten-free. There were a few people who entered the gluten-free division, much to my surprise, and Susie said they had a few that were unfortunately absolutely disgusting. I really hope they keep this division.
So I walked away from the 2010 Tri-County Fair with a first, two seconds and a third place. I’m happy. Like I said before, I don’t do this for the ribbons or money. Those are the perks after getting your stuff out there and letting the people you live with everyday see what you can do and that you love it. I enter things in the Fair because I love doing it despite the stress and frustration that goes along with it.
I do this for me and no one else. And will always do it for me.