Marathon, FL
N 24 42.391 W 081 05.683, (See the map)
Saturday was like activity day at kids camp. It started with a nautical flea market. I scored at the party by buying a foot pump for $5 that is an exact replacement for the pumps we use in the sinks. I can cannibalize it for spare parts, or use it as a replacement. These foot pumps are very tough, but they don't last forever.
At noon was the dinghy race, which I entered. It was not a race for the fastest speed, but rather a race to most closely match the organizer's reference time to complete a course. My strategy was to go as slow as possible. However I was out-slowed by another guy who stopped dead mid course to smoke a cigar. That guy was the winner. We all paid a $5 entry fee, and the winner got 50%. The other 50% was donated to the local sailor's association.
Then we went to the Chili Cookoff competition. Libby made a big pot of her best chili as the Tarwathie entry. With my appetite whetted by sampling Libby's chili in advance, I went to the cookoff ready for serious judging. A few years ago, I had great fun as a judge in a chili cookoff in Sugarland Texas. Yesterday, all the cruisers were all judges. Each paid $5 to get a bowl, money which went to the local sailor's association.
There were 16 entries in the contest. As a consciouses judge, I did my duty by taking a scoop of each in numerical order. In the end, I voted for Libby's chili, but other people won more votes. One of them was spiced with ginger, which gave it a wonderful flavor. Another entry stacked the deck by loading up the chili with numerous shrimp, scollaps and oysters. I really really liked about 5 out of the 16, but in the end I voted for Libby's. The winner confessed that he simply poured a whole bottle of hot sauce in his chili.
In the final analysis Libby had the last word. She said, "Many entries, including the winners, went home with their chili only half gone. My chili was gone; eaten to the last drop."
After the cook off, we returned to the boat. I had a tummy ache from eating too much chili, but I didn't care. I can't think of a better way to get a tummy ache than judging a chili cook off.
N 24 42.391 W 081 05.683, (See the map)
Saturday was like activity day at kids camp. It started with a nautical flea market. I scored at the party by buying a foot pump for $5 that is an exact replacement for the pumps we use in the sinks. I can cannibalize it for spare parts, or use it as a replacement. These foot pumps are very tough, but they don't last forever.
At noon was the dinghy race, which I entered. It was not a race for the fastest speed, but rather a race to most closely match the organizer's reference time to complete a course. My strategy was to go as slow as possible. However I was out-slowed by another guy who stopped dead mid course to smoke a cigar. That guy was the winner. We all paid a $5 entry fee, and the winner got 50%. The other 50% was donated to the local sailor's association.
Then we went to the Chili Cookoff competition. Libby made a big pot of her best chili as the Tarwathie entry. With my appetite whetted by sampling Libby's chili in advance, I went to the cookoff ready for serious judging. A few years ago, I had great fun as a judge in a chili cookoff in Sugarland Texas. Yesterday, all the cruisers were all judges. Each paid $5 to get a bowl, money which went to the local sailor's association.
There were 16 entries in the contest. As a consciouses judge, I did my duty by taking a scoop of each in numerical order. In the end, I voted for Libby's chili, but other people won more votes. One of them was spiced with ginger, which gave it a wonderful flavor. Another entry stacked the deck by loading up the chili with numerous shrimp, scollaps and oysters. I really really liked about 5 out of the 16, but in the end I voted for Libby's. The winner confessed that he simply poured a whole bottle of hot sauce in his chili.
In the final analysis Libby had the last word. She said, "Many entries, including the winners, went home with their chili only half gone. My chili was gone; eaten to the last drop."
After the cook off, we returned to the boat. I had a tummy ache from eating too much chili, but I didn't care. I can't think of a better way to get a tummy ache than judging a chili cook off.
Cooking The Chili
Waiting for the dinghy race
Cruisers at the cook off
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