I accompanied a friend and her DD to a food show. A function like that is a lot of work for the host. The crowd, too. A crowd for a regional food show can exceed 200 people, and could use a posted timetable. (Just saying.) Because I was there from 8:30 to 2:30. Trapped. In a high school cafeteria. With dozens of other parents, and herds of families. It qualified for a double H rating-I can only be so charming for so long.
It was interesting. My friend didn't have a lot of guidance, and it was Little B's first trip to a show. I brought gummies, granola bars and knitting. I got plenty done, and taught my friend. She made fussy "I can't noises" which I immediately quashed. "What, you think you are gonna be an expert in one row?" She shut that sniveling right up, laughed, and her knitting improved.
I don't know how useful 'judging' a kid's food entry is. They don't taste the entry (probably a good idea because of the likelihood of food poisoning). But if 4-H is an offshoot of the USDA (who knew?) and the purpose is to strengthen today's kids with old fashioned skills and knowledge that the schools can't teach because they have to give the annual literacy exam .... meh. One of the tenets of feedback is that it has to be useful. Little B had no idea how her entry actually scored-where was she strong, and what were her weak points?
The awards ceremony was interesting. The participants all got red ribbons. There was an alternate blue ribbon winner, and a blue ribbon winner for each category. I know I am an old bitch, and I am sure alternate blue ribbon used to be called second. (Blah!)
Little B was not fooled by a shiny red ribbon. She knew she didn't win, and snuffled in the back seat, exhausted, most of the 50 miles home. With real tears.