Remember all that trash talking I did 11 months ago? Yeah, well, I'm singing a different tune these days.
There's less than a month before the contest and, despite the fury of baking I've done, I feel woefully unprepared.
My vision of going from zero to hero has given way to a slightly less victorious outcome. Instead of earning winners' medals, I imagine lots of pats on the back and consolatory hugs.
Still, I will not back out. My mouth may have gotten me into this, but with any luck, my pies will get me out -- hopefully with a medal or two.
There's less than a month before the contest and, despite the fury of baking I've done, I feel woefully unprepared.
My vision of going from zero to hero has given way to a slightly less victorious outcome. Instead of earning winners' medals, I imagine lots of pats on the back and consolatory hugs.
Still, I will not back out. My mouth may have gotten me into this, but with any luck, my pies will get me out -- hopefully with a medal or two.
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