And when your whole family feels this way about corn on the cob:
I entered a number of items in our sad, local county fair a couple years after moving to Iowa, and while I won first place in open class for my cookies and placed in a few other categories, as it turned out, they don't give out ribbons here, but instead stickers that merely look like ribbons. See? Sad.
So this year, I began looking into entering items into the state fair- the huge, gigantic, competitive Iowa State Fair. The one that has more than 65,000 entries per year, according to the fair's website.
That information kind of scared me away- I mean, I know I make a decent cookie, but against 65,000 other people who also believe in their cookie-making abilities? Yeesh.
I then, however, made the mistake of calling my grandma, who was all "Wonderful! Yes! You should do it!" And then an envelope arrived in the mail from her a scant two days later containing entry money for Adelaide, so that she, too, could take part in the madness.
So we've been practicing. I even went out and bought a cookie scoop, so you know I mean business.
Really, though, I have zero expectations for this whole fair-entry-competition experience. We're in it to try something new, and to stretch ourselves a bit, plus it's a handy excuse to spend more time at the fair. I am determined not to let myself freak out about any of it, and to treat it as an excuse to have fun, and be adventuresome! Sooooo basically suppress my whole personality.
What could go wrong?