It’s that time again! Super Bowl Sunday means only one thing in our house (because our football team decided not to show up for the playoffs): The Male Bakeoff! If you have not read about the Male Bakeoff before, I invite you to read about the first time Mike entered, that time he made the Foreskins Hill Cheesecake, the Whore of Babylon, and last year’s Peanut Butter Pie. Go ahead, I’ll wait. (And if you’ve read them before, the Foreskins Cheesecake and the Whore of Babylon are always good for a laugh.)
This year, Mike decided that he wasn’t going to mess around. He was going for the gold, the big trophy, the ultimate prize. This year’s entry? Promised Land Creme Brulee White Chocolate Strawberry Tart. His tag line?
(In case you can’t read that, it says: “Those other desserts are like wandering for 40 years in the desert. Welcome to the Promised Land Creme Brulee White Chocolate Strawberry Tart: Flowing With Milk and Honey. Note: There is no actual honey in this tart.”)
This year, I remembered to document the process. Well, after Mike had already made the tart crust, I remembered to document the process. But you will just have to be content with what I have to show you. So here is the crust.
I had to use Alisa’s camera, and I had no idea what I was doing. Sorry that it came out kind of weird.
Here is Mike putting my Aunt Nancy’s homemade strawberry jam in the crust. (This jam was my dad’s most favorite jam.)
Here is Mike carefully placing the filling in the shell. I am going to use my Jedi mind tricks to make you believe that our oven is totally clean.
And here is the tart when it came out of the oven.
This is the fire/danger part. Where you have to be really careful.
And here is the finished product! Mike was in the kitchen for approximately 1700 hours on Saturday. I am taking this picture and praising the Lord that this is over. (And also praying that we don’t get into an accident on the way to church, because I refuse to hold the Male Bakeoff entries, so I have to drive. And if I got in a wreck, I’m pretty sure I’d never hear the end of it, how it was Mike’s year to win it all but he couldn’t because of me. Etc. Luckily, we made it to church safely.)
Here are pictures of some of the competition.
This one had something going on with a car and dry ice:
This was one of the boys in our Sunday School class:
And then it was trophy time!
Our friend Matt won the Weirdness Cup (note the turkey on the top) for his entry. Which, unfortunately, I can’t remember the name of.
Our friend Kevin won Best Chocolate. I hear it was really awesome, but I didn’t see it when I went through the line, unfortunately. His entries are always awesome, though.
Our friend Tom won Burnt Offering for his Chocolate Zucchini Cake. I had some, and it was not a burnt offering. But someone has to win that prize, I guess.
And we waited and waited and they didn’t call Mike’s name . . . and then they came to the final two awards. Judge’s Choice and Best of Show. And since I pretty much spoiled it in the title, I will just say that Mike won Best of Show! That means best looking AND best tasting! And also maybe best name.
Congratulations, Michael! I am never baking anything again! I cede the baking in this house to you. Now go make me some creme brulee!