The Chili Judge
Copyright 1997 W. Bruce Cameron http://www.wbrucecameron.com/


Recently I was honored to be selected as an Outstanding Famous Celebrity in 
my Community to be a judge at a chili cook-off because no one else wanted to
do it. Also 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 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 this as being one of those burdens you
endure when you're an internet writer and therefore known and adored by all.
Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili # 1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor Very mild.
CAMERON: 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.

Chili # 2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili

JUDGE ONE: Smoky (barbecue?) with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
CAMERON: 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.

Chili # 3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili

JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.
CAMERON: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, 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.
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."

Chili # 4: Bubba's Black Magic

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.
CAMERONI 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 kinda cute.

Chili # 5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover

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.
CAMERON: 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 chili 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.

Chili # 6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety

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

Chili # 7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili

JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the
last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3, he appears
to be in a bit of distress.
CAMERON: 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 chili which slid
unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good, at 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.

Chili # 8: Helen's Mount Saint Chili

JUDGE ONE: 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 fell and pulled the
chili pot on top of himself.
JUDGE TWO: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not 
too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
CAMERON: Momma?

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Chili Judge, The Aftermath

The following was derived from interviews with contestants, vendors and
attendees, and from various official reports submitted and filed by the city
police, county sheriff's office, Highway Patrol, volunteer fire department,
officials of the ASPCA, and the EMS ambulance crew.

After Judge Cameron consumed a third large spoonful of Chili #8, he lurched 
to his feet launching his folding chair back into the lovely Sally, who was
catapulted off the rear of the judging stand landing flat on her back in the
grass just below the stand. Cameron whispered what bystanders recounted
sounded like a desperate plea for assistance: "Help me, for the love of God,
help me," and appeared to reach for either the airborne Sally or the two
pitchers of beer clutched in her hands. Two of the dogs from the Frisbee
Catching Contest ran over to lap at the beer-drenched Sally and her 
thoroughly saturated clothing, such as it was. Sally attempted to demurely
both recover her composure as well as re-cover some of her more endearing
features, as she'd hit the ground fairly hard bursting a few constraints here
and there. Several spectators were injured in the gentlemanly rush to provide
assistance.

As these events unfolded, Judge Cameron with a look of pain induced panic
appeared to double over and lose his balance. Flailing his arms to regain
steady footing, Cameron grabbed the pot of Chili #8 in a vain attempt to
stabilize himself. Staggering back toward the edge of the stand, Frank
suffered what witnesses later described as a severe internal reaction to the
combined chili and beer he had consumed with such gusto.

With a sonic boom like sound, according to many observers, Cameron sustained
an eruption of incendiary intestinal gas, which ignited one of the dogs still
licking beer from the prostrate form of Sally. The poor creature was quickly
extinguished by Judge Two's quick utilization of the last pitcher of beer on
the judging table. Luckily the dog was only singed, except on the side 
nearest Cameron, but the local vet said the hair should grow back the same
color as it was. Cameron, in the mean time, slumped off the back edge of the
stand spattering the pot of Chili #8 on himself, on Sally, and over the
growing herd of wannabe rescuers of Sally, who was desperately fending off 
any number of helping hands. All the other Frisbee Contest dogs bounded over
for the sudden chili feast adding further fuel and confusion to what would
soon grow into utter pandemonium. Cameron in a semi-comatose state appeared
peaceful as he assumed a supine position next to Sally in the grass. Sally
glanced at Cameron with a gaze full of heat and passion. Any woman in the
crowd would have recognized the danger in that glare, but the gathering of
cowboys seemed inflamed as they jostled to save Sally with either mouth-to-
mouth resuscitation or go directly to the ever-popular CPR.

The noxious fumes emanating from Cameron's volcanic blast caused a stampede
beginning with the throng milling around Sally. As the toxic vapors spread,
the escalating exodus became frenzied flight quickly evolving into a
hysterical herd trampling tents, booths, stands, and sundry chili preparation
utensils. Toppled chili cook stoves and electrical wiring torn from junction
boxes created a conflagration like the tri-county area has not seen before
and, perhaps, ever again. Adding to the confusion, the fleeing horde hampered
and impeded the arrival of various emergency and law enforcement personnel,
who were therefore too late to prevent the most serious of Cameron's injuries
as Sally thrashed him soundly about the head and shoulders.

Judge Cameron is recovering in a local hospital and though not in custody,
charges may yet be brought. Sally and Judge Two are dating as he did give
Sally his jacket, although some think his effort to dry her off with a 
handful of paper towels was opportunistic at best. Judge One is attempting to
become a Food Critic for some yuppie newspaper in the wine country of
California.

Your friend,

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Cyberpope, Bishop of ROM
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