This is a bit of a boring blog. Read days one and 2 for more entertaining stories.
Hey everyone, the rib ff officially ended today and I almost went to see Michael W. Smith in concert and went to a party.
What was left of the rib-off was just some clean-up and breakfast. All I really did was take our big cooler back over to our house, grab some chairs, and grab some of our tables. Breakfast consisted of bagels, doughnuts, and leftover non-ribs. My brother and I took back a pic-nic table that belongs to our neighbors, and because he had his car in the driveway we weren't able to take it back to his backyard. We probably could have found a better place for it for the time being, but we just put it in his front yard. It looked kind of funny.
Now is the time where I almost see Michael W. Smith. Pizza Hut had this promotion thing where they had these flier things that had a promotion code what we enter online and get discounted tickets, like half off. Well Pizza hut didn't have them anymore, but my mom's friend got them when they did. She had them in her car at her work, so we agreed to meet her and pick them up. There was some miss communication that caused us to be at the wrong entrance, but it gave me some tie to read about the wifi options there. I got the things but when I went to get the tickets, the promotion had expired. I've seen him in concert many times, but it's still fun. Oh well.
Now on to the party. This was the annual after camping party with all the camping friends. It was fun, even though there wasn't much. My one friend and I played backgammon for a little while. This was the first time he's ever played, so I taught him how to play. I think I set the board up wrong, but it was still fun. He one 1 game and I won 1 game. After that we played chess. It went on for a really long time. I won, but only after I found moves for him that proved that it wasn't check mate. I play to win, but if my opponent needs help I'll help him, and still win.
Well that was my day. This has been Pokematic signing off and bu bye.
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Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Rib-off the 13th Day 2
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Hey everyone, today is the second day of rib-off the 13th, on the 13th of August. The big joke was that this was this one guys year because he has entered every year and has never won. We would have gone much later into the night, but it is raining triennially so it ended early.
Let me start off with the first thing that happened today. One of the contestants and founding fathers is friends with a priest. So to start the day, we always have mass. It's definitely not an ordinary mass, but it has all the necessities; communion, readings, and everything except songs. It's a Catholic mass.
There are rules so that everyone has a fair chance while still being like everyone else. We all use the same ribs from the same provider, so that no one has an unfair advantage meat wise. And the ribs have to be on a heat producing grill 30 minutes prior to selecting a rib for judging. Beyond that, anything goes. Well what we do is smoke them. Smoking the ribs is one of the ways we make our ribs so amazing. We do some other tricks and secrets, but secrets is the key word there. While my neighbors don't read my blog, to my knowledge, so I can't reveal my secrets. All you will know is that we smoke them, have a special sauce, and a special rub. One more secret, but telling you anything about it would be to much.
This is kind of a big thing, as 10 people cook and other neighbors pay to get in and eat. We all cook ribs to our own specifications, and while we get them, there is some ribbing that happens. Pun slightly intended. I mentioned this last blog, but I'll repeat it if you didn't hear it or just forgot. It has a lot of testosterone, so us men like to give each other a hard time. A bunch of "here's the winner" and "you won't repeat there is only one." There is only one person to win it 2 years in a row. I liked predicting that we were going to repeat, and then threepeat. Really fun time. Our set up was originally grills in our driveway and party in our neighbors where they have the canopies. But due to rain fear, we all move over to the neighbors and set ups easy ups over the grills. Of course after that it stopped and cleared up, but hey it was fun. But getting the grills to the house is a bit of a big deal. Initially when we all lined up, we did a thing called the parade of grills. Everyone lines up and we walk our grills to the host's house. And we all deck out our grills with flags we want. Mainly people use college flags. Then after the grills are all set up it's social time. It's all in good fun and socializing with neighbors.
Well come 5:30 and time to put the best rib on the plait. Dad and I found the best slab, and I found the best rib on that slab. I put the finishing touches on the rib, and set it on the plait. In psychology terms, this is a double blind study. The plaits have a number on the bottom of it, and there are only 3 or 4 people that know who the numbers are. Even us cooks don't know the numbers, only some girls who have been the keepers of the numbers for years know who each number belongs to. We put our best rib on the plait, and then the number keepers take them up to the judges table, just to prevent any knowledge of who the rib belongs to. Well it was judgement time, and our judge made his decision. Last couple of years the judge has been hammered, but because of some issues last year, and because we didn't want to put our judge through that, he was sober. He made a decision and........................................................................................................................................................
We didn't win:(
But that's OK, winning means hosting and hosting means cleaning and cleaning is bad. We received some heckling and the only repeat guy bragged about how he was and will be the only back to back. We handed off the pig flag to the new winner and gave him the pig gifts. It was a beer stein with a big design on it and an apron with the same design. It was all in good fun. I said that with this stuff with you next year, you'll repeat for sure. With the transfer of the flag, we all walk the flag from the old winner's house to the new winner's house. It's all in good fun. Some people wanted my brother and I to play our instruments like we have in previous years, but quite frankly I don't enjoy doing it and haven't really since I first got my trombone back in 5th grade. I liked it then but that's because it was new and I was enthusiastic, but afterwards it wasn't all that fun. I did it 2 years ago some but haven't since. Well this year I had an excuse, I was holding the flag. Can't play trombone with 1 hand.
It is a lot of ribs. With everyone cooking ribs, you want to try all of them. In getting everyone's ribs, I had a big plait full. Lot's of meat. Vegetairian night mare. They were all amazing. If I were judging I would have picked this one rib, but because I was just getting all of them and not paying atention to who's was who's. all I was able to do was know my own. And I got some special ones saved away on my ribs. I like the ends. They have the most flavor and carmalized sause and are my favorite. Yummmmmmmm.
Well we got rained out right at the end, and now it's just some of the hard core fans out in the rain under the awnings. There's one more day, tomorrow when we take everything down, but I'm not sure I will blog about that since it's pretty boring. This has been Pokematic signing off and bu bye.
Hey everyone, today is the second day of rib-off the 13th, on the 13th of August. The big joke was that this was this one guys year because he has entered every year and has never won. We would have gone much later into the night, but it is raining triennially so it ended early.
Let me start off with the first thing that happened today. One of the contestants and founding fathers is friends with a priest. So to start the day, we always have mass. It's definitely not an ordinary mass, but it has all the necessities; communion, readings, and everything except songs. It's a Catholic mass.
There are rules so that everyone has a fair chance while still being like everyone else. We all use the same ribs from the same provider, so that no one has an unfair advantage meat wise. And the ribs have to be on a heat producing grill 30 minutes prior to selecting a rib for judging. Beyond that, anything goes. Well what we do is smoke them. Smoking the ribs is one of the ways we make our ribs so amazing. We do some other tricks and secrets, but secrets is the key word there. While my neighbors don't read my blog, to my knowledge, so I can't reveal my secrets. All you will know is that we smoke them, have a special sauce, and a special rub. One more secret, but telling you anything about it would be to much.
This is kind of a big thing, as 10 people cook and other neighbors pay to get in and eat. We all cook ribs to our own specifications, and while we get them, there is some ribbing that happens. Pun slightly intended. I mentioned this last blog, but I'll repeat it if you didn't hear it or just forgot. It has a lot of testosterone, so us men like to give each other a hard time. A bunch of "here's the winner" and "you won't repeat there is only one." There is only one person to win it 2 years in a row. I liked predicting that we were going to repeat, and then threepeat. Really fun time. Our set up was originally grills in our driveway and party in our neighbors where they have the canopies. But due to rain fear, we all move over to the neighbors and set ups easy ups over the grills. Of course after that it stopped and cleared up, but hey it was fun. But getting the grills to the house is a bit of a big deal. Initially when we all lined up, we did a thing called the parade of grills. Everyone lines up and we walk our grills to the host's house. And we all deck out our grills with flags we want. Mainly people use college flags. Then after the grills are all set up it's social time. It's all in good fun and socializing with neighbors.
Well come 5:30 and time to put the best rib on the plait. Dad and I found the best slab, and I found the best rib on that slab. I put the finishing touches on the rib, and set it on the plait. In psychology terms, this is a double blind study. The plaits have a number on the bottom of it, and there are only 3 or 4 people that know who the numbers are. Even us cooks don't know the numbers, only some girls who have been the keepers of the numbers for years know who each number belongs to. We put our best rib on the plait, and then the number keepers take them up to the judges table, just to prevent any knowledge of who the rib belongs to. Well it was judgement time, and our judge made his decision. Last couple of years the judge has been hammered, but because of some issues last year, and because we didn't want to put our judge through that, he was sober. He made a decision and........................................................................................................................................................
We didn't win:(
But that's OK, winning means hosting and hosting means cleaning and cleaning is bad. We received some heckling and the only repeat guy bragged about how he was and will be the only back to back. We handed off the pig flag to the new winner and gave him the pig gifts. It was a beer stein with a big design on it and an apron with the same design. It was all in good fun. I said that with this stuff with you next year, you'll repeat for sure. With the transfer of the flag, we all walk the flag from the old winner's house to the new winner's house. It's all in good fun. Some people wanted my brother and I to play our instruments like we have in previous years, but quite frankly I don't enjoy doing it and haven't really since I first got my trombone back in 5th grade. I liked it then but that's because it was new and I was enthusiastic, but afterwards it wasn't all that fun. I did it 2 years ago some but haven't since. Well this year I had an excuse, I was holding the flag. Can't play trombone with 1 hand.
It is a lot of ribs. With everyone cooking ribs, you want to try all of them. In getting everyone's ribs, I had a big plait full. Lot's of meat. Vegetairian night mare. They were all amazing. If I were judging I would have picked this one rib, but because I was just getting all of them and not paying atention to who's was who's. all I was able to do was know my own. And I got some special ones saved away on my ribs. I like the ends. They have the most flavor and carmalized sause and are my favorite. Yummmmmmmm.
Well we got rained out right at the end, and now it's just some of the hard core fans out in the rain under the awnings. There's one more day, tomorrow when we take everything down, but I'm not sure I will blog about that since it's pretty boring. This has been Pokematic signing off and bu bye.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Rib-off the 13th day one
Woo-hoo, time for a long blog. Today was the first day of our neighborhood rib competition called the rib-off. Every year a bunch of neighbors have a friendly competition where we all cook ribs and have one person judge them. The winner chooses the judge for the next year and host it next year. It's just all in good fun. All the men like to heckle each other and give each other a hard time. But it's all in good fun. Basically it's a roast of everyone and their ribs. The easiest way to describe it is a frat party with a bunch of 40 to 50 year olds. It's all fun and neighborly friendship.
Now that the back story is over, time for the this year. Well last year my parents had to go to a wedding so my brother and I wanted to participate in our dad's place. We had to write a request to the founding fathers. They are the 4 men, and one 1 woman, who started it all and they have big egos with this. They make all the rules and have it all writen out. Well their ideology was probably "2 teenage boys are going up against us? We'll beat them easy, what do they know about rib cooking?" Here's the kicker, we won. We took them by surprise. They didn't like it, but were able to stomach it because that means heckling to my dad. I let him find a judge because everyone I know is either a minor, family, or Jewish. There's drinking with the judge, so can't have my minor friends. It's a pork competition so can't ask the Jewish people I know. And then the rules state that it can't be family of the winner, so can't do all the family I know. I don't know anyone that doesn't fall under that out of those categories. So it was up to my parents to find the judge.
Well we're hosting it. Well sort of. Our next door neighbors have these canopy tents set up in their driveway, and with the summer being so hot, we're cooking the ribs in our driveway and hosting the eating and visiting in the neighbors driveway. Tonight was the pre-party where all the neighbors gather and have pizza and reconnect. Some heckling goes on and it's fun. I had some heckling coming my way, but then I heckled back. It's not mean or anything, just some fun. They liked to rub it in my dad's face that "I" won, and not him. They gave me some heckling about how I wasn't going to win this year, but that's alright with me. Winning means hosting, and hosting means cleaning. I despise cleaning, especially for people who won't care and probably won't even notice. Well not much else for this because it was just the pre-party. More to come tomorrow. Be back tomorrow.
Read day 2 here.
Now that the back story is over, time for the this year. Well last year my parents had to go to a wedding so my brother and I wanted to participate in our dad's place. We had to write a request to the founding fathers. They are the 4 men, and one 1 woman, who started it all and they have big egos with this. They make all the rules and have it all writen out. Well their ideology was probably "2 teenage boys are going up against us? We'll beat them easy, what do they know about rib cooking?" Here's the kicker, we won. We took them by surprise. They didn't like it, but were able to stomach it because that means heckling to my dad. I let him find a judge because everyone I know is either a minor, family, or Jewish. There's drinking with the judge, so can't have my minor friends. It's a pork competition so can't ask the Jewish people I know. And then the rules state that it can't be family of the winner, so can't do all the family I know. I don't know anyone that doesn't fall under that out of those categories. So it was up to my parents to find the judge.
Well we're hosting it. Well sort of. Our next door neighbors have these canopy tents set up in their driveway, and with the summer being so hot, we're cooking the ribs in our driveway and hosting the eating and visiting in the neighbors driveway. Tonight was the pre-party where all the neighbors gather and have pizza and reconnect. Some heckling goes on and it's fun. I had some heckling coming my way, but then I heckled back. It's not mean or anything, just some fun. They liked to rub it in my dad's face that "I" won, and not him. They gave me some heckling about how I wasn't going to win this year, but that's alright with me. Winning means hosting, and hosting means cleaning. I despise cleaning, especially for people who won't care and probably won't even notice. Well not much else for this because it was just the pre-party. More to come tomorrow. Be back tomorrow.
Read day 2 here.
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