Saturday was the annual Texas Blueberry Festival, also know as The Day of Reckoning for the pie contest which I've been talking and tweeting about for weeks now. Even though this was my first ever attempt at a blueberry pie, I couldn't help but have high hopes. The pies were judged on presentation, taste and creativity. I was excited and nervous as I approached the place where my pie would meet it's fate, but I was also confident. My pie was vegan. It contained lemon zest and nearly two cups of vegan buttery spread. It had stars! What's more Texas-y, more creative, more awesome, than a pie topped with delicious, buttery stars?
Friends, meet my competition.
Um, yeah. A blueberry pie, topped with a blueberry road, which winds past an oil derrick and a billboard spoofing the Chick-Fil-A's advertisements that are ever-present in East Texas. When I saw that pie (not to mention the equally dazzling ones surrounding it) my heart sank. My blueberries wept. I entered my pie, but my hopes had been dashed.
Needless to say, I did not win the blueberry pie contest. I did, however, bake a pretty kick ass pie, which Nathan and I devoured over the course of two days. There is some solace in that. I also have ideas for next year's pie (hint - it will NOT feature an oil derrick) and I had a lovely time at the Festival itself. Despite the heat and humidity, it's always nice to walk around the square, visit vendors, people watch, and stuff my face with seasonal fruit while running into all my friends. For some really wonderful photos of the day, check out my friend Eralda's blog. She is amazing with a camera (not to mention her talents in the kitchen!).
I hope y'all had a fine weekend, filled with your own starry eyed treats, sweets and adventures. I'm off to finish this cup of coffee and dream of summer days, swimming holes, and fresh pies.