Tuesday, August 21, 2012

A slice of Americana, or corn casserole, as it were.

So cool.
Kinda kitschy.
Surprisingly delicious.
I have to admit that before this very day, I had never tasted any form of corn casserole.
Which I suppose made me, shhh, questionably qualified to judge.
In her earnest Midwesterner manner, the writer (who records your responses and keeps track of your scores) sitting next to me turned and said, "Thank you so much for dressing up.  I think it adds a nice touch.  Presents a more official feeling."  Dress the part, fake it till you make it, I say.  Also, I had an official judges blue ribbon.

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