This is for mom who taught me how to cook and cleaned up after my disasters. Sadly, there may have been one or two. Or nine or ten. It took me awhile to figure out what recipe I wanted to feature in her honor. And then I remembered 4-H.
I grew up in a rural community, and all of our neighborhood kids belonged to 4-H. Eventually my brother and I joined. He probably with more enthusiasm than me. I mainly joined because I loved camp. It was a blast. What wasn’t a blast? The County Fair.
Every year I struggled to come up with something to show at the fair. I tried needlepoint but that took too much patience. I tried photography, but it didn’t really float my boat. Finally, I tried cooking, which was probably the best fit, although I was never a “fancy” cook growing up.
One summer I entered my mom’s fruit pizza. This dessert is amazing with its shortbread crust, cream cheese layer and lots of luscious fruit. It won a blue ribbon, and I think my mom hoped this might be the year I won a champion ribbon.
I didn’t to my secret relief. Because I’m not sure if I could have replicated the dish without my mommy at the State Fair.
Actually, I know I couldn’t have.
But twenty some years later, I can make a killer fruit pizza. It truly is a Championship Ribbon dish, so even though it never earned that distinction at our County Fair—I’m giving it a Grand Championship Ribbon on my blog.
Happy Mother’s Day! I love you!