Killer Chilli

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Killer Chilli

The Chilli Cookoff

Frank was invited to be one of the judges at a chilli cook-off. The other two judges assured him that the chilli wouldn’t be all that spicy, and besides, they told him he could have free beer during the tasting. Here are the scorecards from the event…

Chilli # 1:

“Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chilli”

Judge one: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge two: Nice, smooth tomato flavour Very mild.

Frank: Holy smokes, what is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope that’s the worst one. These people are crazy.

Chilli # 2:

“Arthur’s Afterburner Chilli”

Judge one: Smoky (barbecue?) with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeño 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. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line. The barmaid looks like a professional wrestler after a bad night. She was so irritated over my gagging sounds that the snake tattoo under her eye started to twitch. She has arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill. I will NOT pick a fight with her.

Chilli # 3:

“Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chilli”

Judge one: Excellent firehouse chilli! Great kick. Needs more beans.

Judge two: A beanless chilli, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.

Frank: This has got to be a joke. Call the government. I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been sneezing Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. The barmaid pounded me on the back. Now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. She said her friends call her “Sally”. Probably behind her back they call her “Forklift”.

Chilli # 4:

“Bubba’s Black Magic”

Judge one: Black bean chilli with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge two: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, but not much of a chilli.

Frank: I felt something scraping across my tongue but was unable to taste it. Sally was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn’t have to dash over to see her. When she winked at me her snake sort of coiled and uncoiled. It’s kind of cute.

Chilli # 5:

“Linda’s Legal Lip Remover”

Judge one: Meaty, strong chilli. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge two: Chilli using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

Frank: My ears are ringing and I can no longer focus my eyes. I belched and four people in front of me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chilli had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming.

Chilli # 6:

“Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety”

Judge one: Thin yet bold. Good balance of spice and peppers.

Judge two: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

Frank: My intestines are now like a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one wants to stand behind me except Sally. I asked if she wants to go dancing later.

Chilli # 7:

“Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chilli”

Judge one: A mediocre chilli with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge two: Ho Hum. Tastes as if the chef threw in canned chilli peppers at the last moment.

Frank: You could put a hand grenade in my mouth and pull the pin and I wouldn’t feel it. I’ve lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My clothes are covered with chilli that slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good. At the autopsy they’ll know what killed me. Go Sally. Save yourself before it’s too late. Tell our children I’m sorry I was not there to conceive them. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful and I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I’ll just let it in through the hole in my stomach. Call the X-Files people and tell them I’ve found a super nova on my tongue.

The Dash Deli - a fun place to eat! Laurie’s “Killer Chilli” is so named, not because of its taste, but because it has “killed off” all the competition. It is an award-winning recipe.