So sorry friends for being gone so long. I guess I really needed that break from blogging. But I’m back now and will posting regularly again.
Life has been good lately and the girls are getting settled into their school routines. We’ve got our house up for sale now and so that’s always fun trying to keep the house in “showing” condition while trying to manage life at the same time.
But now you can sit back, relax and listen to my many tales. Tales of old ladies, baptism, and ugly pies!
First up on the list is old ladies! My sweet mamaw turned 70 recently and to celebrate we had a pie baking contest and family kick ball game. It was a great time. Mamaw was the judge of the pie contest and we had many, many entries.
Have I ever told you guys that my family is super competitive? Well we are, so you wouldn’t believe the amount of effort that was put forth into winning the coveted “prize”. Here is the highly sought-after trophy filled with some lovely kitchen utensils.
The Spinster was in charge of the festivities and let me tell you that the day of the party, I went over to her house to get some headache medication (I was so stressed out over my pie! I will explain in a minute), and when I walked into her house, it was like a bomb had went off in the kitchen. She was standing there in a haze of flour dust, her eyes were hollow and blank and there was drool hanging from the corner of her mouth which was hanging agape. It’s sad really, what competition does to our family.
Knowing how competitive this was going to be, my strategy was to find a pie that was simple, yet delicious to really wow mamaw with. However, what I ended up with was nothing close to that. In fact, I ended up calling it Vommit Pie before the day was over with. Not only was it ugly beyond all reason, it was also disgusting.
The real name of the pie was Sugar Pie or “Shooga” pie as Aunt T affectionately named it. It was very simple with very few ingredients. I thought it was a sure win for me. Nope. Look at the pitiful thing!
And poor Spinster. Her pie, which I cannot recall the name of, ended up being called “The Grand Canyon Pie” because it was very much sunken in and looked, well it looked like the Grand Canyon! Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of it to share. But look at this spread of pies!
Here’s the pie judge/birthday girl upon first seeing the pies.
And if you didn’t believe me before when I said we were competitive, I have to tell you that the Spinster even had crackers and a glass of water for her to clean her palate with between bites!
This was very hard for mamaw. She was so afraid of hurting someone’s feeling by not picking her pie. And she wasn’t allowed to know who made what pie. She was very stressed out by the end and in need of a massage.
Third place went to my mother for her Reese Cup Pie. Seriously mom. It looks like you’ve just won the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepestakes! Get yourself under control!
Second place went to cousin Hope with her Sky High Strawberry Pie.
But in the end, it was Aunt Kim who was victorious with her Cheddar Pear Pie.
That was so much fun and after the pie judging contest we proceeded to eat said pies. Then it was time for the kickball game.
That was a lot of fun. We were full of pie and worn out from that game. The birthday party was a huge success and Mamaw really enjoyed herself.
And then to round out the weekend, we ended with a very important day in the life of my little Katie Bug. She was baptized on September 13th. It was such a nice service and we are so happy for her. There were 4 others besides her baptized that night. I wish I would have had the presence of mind to get a picture of her actually being baptized, but Brian and I were both too busy crying during that part.
Here she is afterward with her certificate.
Thanks for bearing with me during my break. If there are any readers still out there, I appreciate your patience! 🙂