Those Who Can't Bake, Judge

Last week at church, after discovering that there were no women among the pie contest judges for tonight's WWBC Harvest Dinner, I lobbied Ed Davis for a spot on the panel. It would only be fair, after all, to have each gender represented. Either my sweet charm or logical arguments won out ( I leave it to the reader to decide) and a place among the judges was offered to me by Naomi on Sunday afternoon. I took my place among the other two elite pie tasters. Maybe elite is the wrong word. The other judges were Jim and Don.

We were careful not to overindulge in the wonderful array of homemade soups beforehand, saving room to sample each of the seventeen pie entries. There was a wondrous variety. Pumpkin, apple, chocolate, lemon, pecan, and blueberry to name a few. Some scrumptious, some good, all better than mine but one was a cut above the rest.






First place belonged to young Eban Keach, who does not normally sport a unibrow but the most recent photo I have of our blue-ribbon chef is from GNC moustache night. Eban thought he signed up for a pie-EATING contest last week when the sign-up sheet was passed around. You can imagine the disappointment of a ten year old boy after discovering that he had to MAKE a pie instead of EAT one. Setting that aside, he decided to make an attempt, and look what happened. There's a moral in there somewhere. Congratulations, Eban!

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