This morning, Kristi and I drove Mom out to the local orchard to enter her apple pie into the 4th Annual Apple Pie Contest at the Apple Festival. Mom has been practicing her pies all week and we were confident in her ability to win.
Some of you may remember that Hugh has been a judge of the contest for the past three years, and, that this year he was unable to fulfill the duty because EMT school conflicted with the festival. This was probably a good thing, because we wouldn't want anyone to accuse him of favoritism if he judged Mom's pie.
As it was, the new Petticoat Junction Chief of Police stepped into the role, as did the kids' old PE teacher, who was replacing a woman who had also judged the contest since the beginning.
While we waited for the judging to begin, we took in the attractions, including the old cider press, which Kristi found fascinating.
We also sampled the juice that was pressed fresh that morning.
And, took some pictures for posterity.
Once all the pies were entered and accounted for, we settled in to watch the judges do their thing. Kristi was super frustrated by the poker face nature of the PE teacher's facial expressions, which made it impossible for her to discern what the woman was thinking. This cracked me up.