Yesterday when I dropped off the entries to the local show I came home and said to Rob “I feel like everything in my life has been leading to this moment”. A little dramatic, sure, but I could feel SOMETHING IMPORTANT WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. Remember my dream from earlier this week? I felt confident about everyones entries – Daisy’s creative writing that she entered in an age devision above her own. Harper’s drawing that (I thought) could have been a little better…Rob and my own head to head challenge in the clear pickle division, my date loaf, my lemon sour cake and Daisy’s pikelets…a scatter gun approach that I was sure would lead to at least one ribbon.
This morning I headed up the Hume to Sydney to do our weekly segment on the Daily Edition. While there is a lot of driving for just 5 minutes I quite like the time to myself. Listening to the radio or music, catching up on phone calls and then of course playing dress ups with make up and pretty people and of course catching up with my dear friend Mrs Woog. As far as days go, these are pretty good ones.
I had lunch with Mrs Woog and was then wandering through the shops when I realised I had 3 missed calls from Rob. He was back home with Harps and had headed to the show to check results…after a few disjointed phone calls due to bad reception I received THIS TEXT MESSAGE.
What you’ll find that is is a BLUE RIBBON FOR DATE LOAF. Awarded to yours truly. I mean have you EVER?!!!! I squealed, SQUEALED OUT LOUD and ran to Kayte with a wee tear in my eye. Dead set, I’ve never been prouder. a BLUE RIBBON! For someone who spent their childhood doing OK at School and certainly never winning a ribbon for my sports skills and only ever winning the drama prize at school (no surprises there) I was beside myself. Even more so when I found out that second place had gone to Joy who had won a whole lot of categories (including sponge and date scones) who missed out on date loaf this year.
Then some more messages came through. A VERITABLE MACDONALD SWEEP.
Harper with first prize for her drawing. I suspect the judges had been sampling the home brew before judging this (Try HARDER HARPER).
My husband who took out second place in the clear pickle division (mine were no where to be seen) and second to Maureen who was the overall preserve champion.
A RED RIBBON FOR ME for the flattest, shittiest looking lemon sour cake that tastes the business but looks quite poorly. And also a highly commended for Daisy’s creative writing.
I got to the studio and was met with the vision that is Kris Smith. I squealed and told him about my win and because he is the nicest guy in the world, he feigned interest and genuine excitement and hugged me. JUST HUGGED ME. Because he is nice like that. AM SO TAKING DATE LOAF NEXT WEEK.
Then did the show and had SO MUCH FUN:
Then got in the car and drove promptly to the pub to meet my fellow friends and ribbon winners for a victory drink. I mean as far as days go, this was a very good one indeed. I called every one I knew to squeal in delight and keep randomly hugging Rob and the girls…we won!
You know I used to only cook packet cakes? And today I can call myself an AWARD WINNING BAKER. Expect to see it in my blog header and signature any day now.
Today was a very good day indeed.