A few weeks ago I posted my recipe entries for the Stonewall Kitchen Blogger Mustard Recipe Contest. If you haven’t seen my recipes yet, take a look – they really are good eats. I am confident in my cooking skills. My blogging skills, well, not so much. I’m a total rookie in the blogosphere.
I am shamelessly writing this post to beg a moment of your time to surf over to the Stonewall Kitchen Facebook page or place a comment on the SK Pinterest page on the photo of one of my dishes to vote for me. Just me. Not those other guys. I don’t have very many followers, and if my odds of getting some props for my recipes depend upon the number of “likes” the photo gets, I am screwed. So have mercy on a baby blogger and give her a “like.” At least it will save me from the utter embarrassment of being the no-vote contestant. Thanks!
This is my first cooking contest, as I have been too busy running a business, teaching cooking classes, and feeding people all these years to enter a contest. Until recently, that is. It’s just my luck that my first foray into competition happens to be a “virtual” contest. I have no doubt whatsoever that if you put me in a kitchen with these competitors and cut me loose with the clock ticking – al a Top Chef – that I could kick some serious butt. Garnering votes on a picture on a website – not my fortè. So it is up to you, my dear readers, whether I will get some sort of honorable mention or not. So please take pity on me and click through – you can just use this cute button right below (now that I figured out how to insert it – rookie!).
Being a rookie at the contest thing as well as blogging, I was very careful with my entry. I made sure to follow all the rules exactly and make the submissions on time and in the format required. I posted to my blog, to Pinterest, and via email as instructed. It occurred to me at one point that I really had two recipes, though they were intended to be eaten together and both used the same mustard from Stonewall. So I sent SK a message asking if this was allowed. I was told that it was allowed, but that each recipe would be judged separately. Thus, when I put the final tweeks on the recipes and took my photos for the contest, I photographed them separately and submitted them.
This week I received an email message from the SK staff announcing the finalists, of which I was one. The message stated that they couldn’t narrow it down to their usual top 10, so they have 11 finalists. I suspect I might have been #11 – I probably didn’t have any votes, but they tested the recipes in their kitchen and maybe they included mine because my food was good. It’s just a guess, but mine IS the last (11th) picture in the line-up on Facebook which otherwise doesn’t seem to have a set order (such as alphabetical by Blog name or recipe title). I don’t really care, it’s just nice to be recognized – I didn’t expect to make the list of finalists because of this whole rookie blogger thing. So this is great!
As I was reviewing my competitor’s pictures, I was frozen in my virtual tracks at picture number one. WHAT. IS. THAT. One of my competitors had prepared a compound (two-recipe) dish like mine but plated them together. I referred back to my picture on the page and noticed that they listed both of my recipes in the text on the picture, though the picture is of the Southwest Salad alone. Well, OF COURSE IT IS, because I was told they would be judged separately and photographed them separately. Had I been informed of the rule change (was there one?), I could have made the dish again and taken a new picture showing both items – the way I wrote it to be served originally. Or perhaps the other contestants should have been informed of the single-recipe rule. Either way, since it is a competition, shouldn’t all of the contestants have been informed of ALL the rules so we could compete fairly? If that other compound recipe submitter wins because of that pretty picture including BOTH of their dishes, I’m gonna be really pissed! It’s so unfair! This is a lesson in begging forgiveness being better than asking permission. Arg!
Yes. Well. My reaction to this is yet another sign that I have too much time on my hands – I really need to get a life. More fodder for my therapist. Who cares? There is no money at stake here, just a gift basket and 0.5 seconds of fame amongst people who follow mustard recipe contests. I’m guessing that’s a relatively small audience, of which you are now a member since you are reading this post and have so kindly surfed out to vote for my under-represented contest entry.
Sorry about the characterization as a mustard recipe contest follower and thanks for the vote.
I’ll let you know if I win, place, or show, since I doubt it will be on the evening news. I’m just sayin’.