Our church recently celebrated it’s 100th anniversary. A big BBQ bash with typical summer games and, of course, the standard Pie Eating Contest.
I smiled. I wished the potential eaters well and went on with getting my lunch.
Later I walked past the Pie Eating Contest table.
Cherry pie. Lots of it. ONLY for the contestants.
but but… I just want some cherry pie, pleeeeeeez.
Nope. Only contestants get the cherry pie.
A plan is hatched. It is brilliant. I sign up for the contest. The only adult in a field of teens. Age category 13 and up. I am smugly beating the system. A whole pie! All mine!
I’ll daintily enjoy my pie while the savages devour theirs in a silly quest for victory.
I will already HAVE my victory. Cherry Pie.
Then come the rules. NO HANDS.
NO HANDS?! How can I daintily enjoy my pie sans hands?
*sigh* despair begins to set in…
NO. I will not be defeated.
I. Will. Have. Pie.
Get my hair out of my face! Let’s do this thing!
Mmmmmm hmmmm. No hands. But whatevs. I have my pie.
Can you believe this is my first pie eating contest?
I don’t win. I don’t even come close. I AM victorious, all the same.
I guess now I can add it to my bucket list then cross it off (that’s how I use lists).
When was the last time YOU were in a pie eating contest?