Trifling with Competition

Steve came home from school last week and excitedly told me about a dessert bake-off the school was holding on Tuesday. The winner gets a hundred bucks. I asked him what he was going to make and he looked at me like, "You're missing the point." So we brainstormed. After Steve analyzed the judging criteria and I thought about what I had experience making, we decided that the strawberry trifle might be our best chance. It's a dessert my mom makes for special occasions that we all love, which is why it was such a travesty when a brand-new, untouched one ended up splattered on the floor of the garage one Easter. (A story for another day. . .)

We got to work Monday night to put our entry together. I used real whipping cream instead of cool whip for the top and added a little half and half to the custard. Hey, this wasn't about counting calories and although some try to kid themselves, there's no denying the power of cream and sugar on the tastebuds. :)

Tuesday rolls around and I send a gorgeous trifle with him to school and wait with ants in my pants for him to return that night. Finally he walked in the door with an empty trifle bowl and a sign that read, "2nd place -- Stephen Perry, Trifle".

I'll gladly accept 2nd place and $75 for my first bake-off!