For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. We actually have a chili cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the San Antonio city park. These notes are from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield, Illinois.
Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cooking contest. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judges table asking for directions to the Coors Light truck when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me that I could have free beer during the tasting so I accepted"
Here are the scorecards from the event (Frank is Judge # 3)
Chili # 1-Eddie's Maniac Monster Chili
Judge # 1--A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2--Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3-What the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint on my driveway with it. Took me two beers to put out the flames. I hope that's the worst one. (These Texans are crazy!)
Chili # 2--Austin's Afterburner Chile
Judge # 1--Smoky with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2--Exciting BBQ flavor; needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge #3--Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm 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.
Chili #3--Ronny's Famous Burn Down The Barn Chili
Judge # 1--Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.
Judge # 2--A bean less chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3--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 back bone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting pie-eyed from all the beer.
Chili # 4--Dave's Black Magic
Judge # 1--Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge #2--Hint of lime in the back beans. Good side dish for fish, or other mild foods; not much of a chili.
Judge #3--I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb woman is starting to look HOT...just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?
Chile #5--Lisa's Legal Lip Remover
Judge# 1--Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2--Chile using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit, the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3--My ear 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 the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges keep asking me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks!
Chile # 6--Pam's Very Vegetarian Variety
Judge # 1--Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2--The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3--My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous sulfuric flames. I pooped on myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair! No one seems inclined to stand behind me anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.
Chili # 7--Carla's Screaming Sensation Chili
Judge # 1--A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers,
Judge # 2--Ho-hum; tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last minute. *I'm worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in distress as he is cussing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3--You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye and the world sounds like like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are filled with lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they will 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.
Chili # 8--Karen's Toenail Curling Chile
Judge # 1--The perfect ending. This is a nice blend chili. Not too bold, but spicy enough to declare it's existence.
Judge # 2--This final entry is a good balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when
Judge # 3 farted, passed out, fell over, and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he would have reacted to REALLY hot chili?