So when the chef’s aprons finally hit the floor at the end of yesterday’s firefighter cook-off, and I realized why I’d been feeling a draft all day, our team finished second with our chicken and sausage gumbo. The host team from Newport, with it’s briquet chili, took the top prize. I didn’t get a chance taste it, but it must’ve been amazing in order to beat out the Best Gumbo West of the South. Rumor has it the reason the judging ran late was because they were trying to decide between our gumbo and Newport’s chili.
I think it’s also possible that, after eating both dishes, they went out for beers to counteract the spiciness.
Either way, I couldn’t be more proud of our team, which included my lovely wife, and fellow firefighters Greg and Arda Stober. We also had support from Janet and Annette, who made the trip from our Florence fire station to show their support by attempting to sabotage Newport’s chili with pieces of chopped up fire boot insoles.
Nice try, girls.
In addition to getting the silver medal, we got four coffee mugs that say: “I got Crabs in Newport.” My wife and I agreed it was OK since we got them together.
That said, I want to thank all of you for your support and good wishes heading into this competition, and for your understanding over the last week with my running late — and in case of my Nickel’s Worth on Writing, not at all — on my regular posts. I’m looking forward to getting back to a normal schedule, and more postings from This Just In, which has everyone in the newsroom a little nervous — which I think is a good thing.
Except when it comes to “Joe.” When he gets nervous, the result is never good.
I still plan to post today’s Flashback Sunday, but it will be later this evening so I can enjoy being worshiped by my children today. It only happens once a year, so plan to make the most of it. To all of you fathers out there, cheers to you and all that you do in the lives of your families and children. Wear that tie proudly.
And try not to overdo the cologne.