18 October 2007

pie queen

so sunday was the big day - the bucktown apple pie contest! don and i took my freshly baked and piping hot apple pies to the holstein park fieldhouse. this darling gem of a building was even properly decorated for such an activity with vintage tablecloths, banners made from vintage fabric, and plenty of fall accoutrements. we carefully placed my pies on a tray and were assigned the number 33. and then the kind ladies told us to come back at 2. so we did some neighborhood shopping and returned at 2 to find the fieldhouse auditorium full of people and pies. there was even a fun, old-timey blue-grassish band called tangleweed. i might have mistaken it for a fall festival in kansas were it not for the hipsters, accents, and fashionable decor.

we took a seat in the bleachers with some other contestants. the room fills with even more people. finally they announce the 9 finalists. number 31......number 45. dangit. we decided we were too tired to stick around for the final final results and left. on the way out, i noticed a sheet with the names of semi-finalists, and to my surprise, found my name!

here's how the judging rounds went: a total of 81 contestants entered 2 identical pies for the first round of judging. 27 of those went on to the next round, the semi-finals. out of those 27 pies, 9 are chosen for the final round, of which the top 3 were awarded prizes [gift cards to sur la table].

monday i found out that i placed 16th out of 81. not too shabby if you ask me.

and yes, that is a picture of my pie [or at least i'm 99% sure it is]. i forgot to take pictures, but luckily a fellow blogger did not. you can find a story about the contest at the hungry magazine blog.

11 October 2007

when i grow up, i want to be a punk rocker, just like my mom

maybe you notice a pattern. yes, i am guilty of posting my last few blogs from work. i sit at a computer pretty much all day long - so not much of that activity happens at home. i have many thoughts to share with you. there are about 3 or 4 incomplete postings waiting to be finished and posted. one includes my activities this past summer. i'm sure you'll enjoy it once i have taken the time to compile all the photos.
i have recently come to a couple of revelations.
ONE. i am a grown up. i'm not really sure how or when that happened, but i have felt a change in my thoughts and actions and i'm pretty sure it's because i'm not a kid anymore. oh well.
TWO. i think don and i are busier than we ever have been, and this seems to be happening to my peers as well. we are out and about the majority of the week. i am actually looking forward to that first, really cold weekend where it is too crummy to go outside. then i can finally catch up on those 30 sewing projects i have started.
however, this weekend is the modern warehouse sale (hopefully more fabric will be purchased here!) and the bucktown apple pie baking contest. that's right, i'm competing and pie is my medium.

until those mostly-finished posts debut, i leave you with this:
i have a nose-blowing complex. both my mom and don make fun of my nose blowing method. they are mean.
i typically pronounce the word 'uncle' as if it were spelled 'oncle' or maybe 'ancle'. my friend laine has been pointing this out for years, and i just learned the difference. now i say it both ways.
i have developed a chicaaago aaaaccent. dis involves de emphasis of vowels like a and o and sometimes de letter r. and i'm not talking about the goofy contractor imitations i do, either. i've caught the real thing.
it wouldn't matter where we moved, if there was an accent, i would now possess it. so ya'll are lucky we ain't suthners now.

01 October 2007

good riddance, mcmansion!

I won't give you my lecture on the poor decision to buy or build an over sized suburban developer box. Instead, I'll direct you to another blog I frequent, called
PrairieMod. This little piece tells you all about how over-consumption is quickly falling out of style. And I have to tell you, an architect is much more affordable than you may think, and may also save you money in the long run. After all, I didn't endure those five years of hell for nothing.