They are hard and would hurt someone if used as a weapon. I mean, they look perfect. Like I just baked them. And I swear I didn't put any weird preservative in them. So everyone reaches to grab one, with a hopeful and thankful look in their eyes, until they realize they are really. hard.
But I can't throw them away, so here they sit. Every so often I ask one of the girls, or Brian, if they want one. And then I laugh. I'm one of those people that are far more amused with myself, than others are with me.
I can't bring myself to throw them away. Not because I take myself and my rolls seriously. (I am an award-winning baker, now, after all), but because I wouldn't get to ask someone if they want one of my hard-as-rock rolls again. Or laugh after I ask them that.
And because if I threw the rolls away, it would be nerdy to keep the tray with the second place ribbon on it without the rolls.
My girls think I'm strange.
The funniest part of these rolls, though, is that the girls really wanted me to enter some things into the fair. So, I entered the only thing I can bake really well. These rolls.
For me, truly, the most rewarding part of the fair exhibits, is watching my girls pull in the blue-ribbons. I love it. This year, I even had to hold back the tears when Holland realized she won the youth award for creativity, along with a huge blue ribbon and a gift card to an art store. The excited grins on their faces are so much fun.
So when we went to the box office to allow the girls to gather their prize money, I stayed with the stroller while Brian took the girls up to get their money. My photographs hadn't won anything, and I know Brian loves to be a part of the fair projects with the girls, too. I was slightly annoyed when he told me I had to sign the paper. Really? You're a parent, too. Why do they need me? So, I signed. Then, the lady gave me three bucks. "What's this for?" I asked. You won second place. "On WHAT?" Then it dawned on me.....my ROLLS! I laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my face. I totally forgot that I even entered them. I didn't even try to find them in the midst of all the other baked goods in the Expo Hall.
I'm weird like that.
I might hang on to these rolls for awhile longer.
7 comments:
You should shellac (sp?) them and you can then put them on your bookshelf - bookends?
I agree with Andrea. Then you can do a cast/mold project with them and make the fake version out of rubber like they have on the display dessert tray at PF Changs. Then you can have both a hard version (original shellac) and a soft rubbery version. Then, when you get scared by Brian again, you can grab the rubbery version and throw it at him in self defense. He'll duck in fear that you are throwing a shellac roll at him. You'll have another reason to laugh.
But I should have said first, 'CONGRATULATIONS!" That is SO cool! And I totally disagree with the judges. Your rolls are by far the best I've had. Should have been a blue ribbon.
Keri...I love how much thought you have put into my playing a prank on Brian. But that is how I know all is right with the world. You playing pranks. I would have done that, but I came home one forlorn evening (it wasn't forlorn until I got home) and discovered that my rolls were gone. Like gone as in "kaput", "sayonara", "adios", "good riddance", "in the garbage". He said he was doing me a favor--that I wouldn't have to make the hard decision to throw them away, but I think he got a hold of my blogger password and saw the shellac and rubber shenanigan that was being cooked up and wanted to rid his world of it. It would have been a good idea, though.
I always love reading about your adventures : )
You guys are awesome.
- I s a @ Head Red + Blondi
I LOVE this! Congrats :-)
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