Fair Time

I tried, I really did. Tuesday I was supposed to take my exhibits to the fair, before 6 PM. I did not make it.
I had to make a trip into town to buy my flour and pick up medicine. You all know I am not a town goer, (is that a word?)
Since it is early and Costco does not open until 10, I roam arounnd TJ Maxx. (love that store).
I need a cake plate that is big enough to hold my cake and look nice too.
(according to the judges, display, display, display)
I see a beautiful plate, On the clearance rack. It is not my colors but it is beautiful. Blue and Yellow are country colors. attached is a photo of the cake and plate. See Plate is beautiful.
(Some day my daughter will get the plate, she has a set of blue dishes.)
What I see next is even more amazing, Spode Archive, British floral Poppy. First made in 1831. Black and pink. Now that, I can use daily. Once I get my dishes unpacked.
I buy those too, as they are also on the clearance rack. (Like I need more plates).
Costco opens up and I am able whiz across the parking lot, (it is almost empty) since I am a Gold Member I get in early.
I complete my shopping in Costco and head home, it is now after 11 Am.
I am wiped out. I rush home and change clothes, I must get busy.
First I get the cake in the oven, it looks great so far. I began the rolls and realize I did not pick up Vanilla pudding mix. As soon as the cake is ready and out of the oven cooling, I head on up to Kent's Market, a mere 2 miles or so. ( with gas at almost 5 dollars a gallon I am not sure it was worth it).
I return home and make the rolls. Boy do I need an energy drink.
As they rise I sit and eat half a bagel.(That is such a nourishing lunch.)
Now It is after 2 pm. I wonder where the day is going. I have worked and moved since before 8 AM.
David comes home, as I finish up the rolls, he begins edging the lawns and flower beds.
I take him a roll to test, (he has always been my tester, maybe that is why he had a weight problem). I am not happy with the rolls, I tried a new step this time, (to improve display.) I rolled and cut them, I won't be doing that again, Not enough cinnamon and butter and sugar.
He says they are good. I know what good means. It means they are not Great.
I can tell by his tone, he usually says "Oh Honey those are the best".
Still I get my display ready, neatly laid on my new Spode plate with lace beneath the rolls.
Now onto the cake. I finish the cake, as in frost and coat with a layer of toasted coconut.
You are supposed to take half a cake with one piece cut, and lying on the plate. It looks beautiful. (Uncut).
As I begin cutting, it begins to crumble, not dry crumble but it is so moist it will not hold firm enough.
I still try to make it look good, again not great.


I wash all the dishes and finally David comes in at 5 PM. I now have an hour to wrap the dishes and dress myself and go.
When I get to the bedroom, I say, "It is not worth it, My back hurts too bad and if I go I may not be able to walk the plates into Trinity Hall."
David agrees, he says, "I think you should just rest", He now has a big grin on his face.
Grin being, now he gets all the cake.
What did I do with the rolls, I sent them to the men at work, (men at work, isn't that the name of a singing group?)
They will love them and I am too tired to care this year.
Not one thing I had made, turned out so It was in the cards that I stay home.
Good Idea. Don't you think?

However I did get some new plates, Do you think I am addicted to dishes.?
Can you get addicted to dishes? If you can I need help. I go though stores and when I see something unique I have to buy it, if it is on clearance.
I do have a niece that loves dishes too, Gina is the same, in fact we have pretty much the same taste.
As I helped her on Christmas put away things I saw her collection. Now I don't feel so bad. We are hooked on dishes and fabric.
Fabric, did you hear that, I also have a closet full of clear boxes, full of fabric. (OK that is another story).
I will close this rambling post and let your eyes rest and think on those dishes, fabric, Fair and what Good and Great mean to me.