Forget the annual Seattle Times Peeps-show (I’d be ineligible to enter): every year I promise I’m going to try my creative hand at the Seattle Edible Book Festival, entering the literary fun-fest where readers cook-up goofball ideas marrying food and books. Like this one:
“Are You Bare Bun? It’s Me, Margarine” [Nice work, Janet Fryberger, whoever you are.]
My, how time flies. I was prepubescent when Judy Blume published “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.” (Drippy Norman Fishbein! Mean Nancy Wheeler! Go-Bras!), recently re-read. I loved it at 10, and even more decades later.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed I find time to make it to the festival, held Saturday April 10 from noon to 3 p.m. at the Good Shepherd Center in Wallingford. Tickets are $10, free if you enter the contest. All the info you’ll need to compete or attend is right here.
Even if I don’t compete (interested? submit your “edible intentions” — your name and book title — by midnight tomorrow via firstname.lastname@example.org), it will be fun to see what other book-loving eaters will come up with. [UPDATE 4/8: The deadline has been extended another day, you may now submit your name/title through Friday, 4/9]
Now excuse me while I go practice my Judy Blume exercises (“I must, I must, I must increase my bust!”) and have a mid-morning snack.
The Grapes of Wrath: read it and weep. Photo: courtesy Seattle Center for Book Arts.