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| Chili Cook-off |
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Notes From An Inexperienced Chili Taster Named FRANK, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast: "Recently I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment, and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy, and besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted. Here are the scorecards from the event:
- JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
- JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
- FRANK: Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint
from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one.
These damn Texans are crazy.
- JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
- JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
- FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am supposed to
taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich
maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.
- JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.
- JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.
- FRANK: Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have
been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now, get me more beer before I ignite.
Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm
getting shit-faced from all the beer.
- JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
- JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other
mild foods, not much of a chili.
- FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it,
is it possible to burn-out taste buds? Sally, the bar maid, was standing behind me with
fresh refills; that 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT, just like this nuclear-waste
I'm eating. Is chili an aphrodisiac?
- JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding
considerable kick. Very impressive.
- JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the
cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
- FRANK: My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no
longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant
seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my
tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. I wonder if I'm
burning my lips off? It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop
screaming. Screw those damn bunch of rednecks!
- JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and
peppers.
- JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
- FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric
inferno flames. I pooped myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the
chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally, she must be
kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow
cone!
- JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
- JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili
peppers at the last moment. I reckon I should note that I'm a bit worried about Judge
Number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
- FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel
a damn thing. I've lost the sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of
rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My
pants are full of lava-like poop to match my damn shirt. At least during the autopsy
they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Screw it,
I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4 inch
hole in my stomach.
- JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too
bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
- JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild nor hot.
Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell over and pulled
the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor Dumb Yank,
wonder how he'd have reacted to a really hot chili?
- FRANK: --------(editor's note: Judge #3 was unable to report)
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