This weekend was Kyle's Fair and Music Festival, which also hosts a BBQ cookoff. Every year I help Judge Warner, who is in charge of (natch) the judges. This was the 8th year for this event and by far the biggest yet. We used to hold it around the square in downtown Kyle, but last year they moved us into an open field because we had outgrown the square! I think we started this we had about 15 cook teams when we were at the square, and this weekend we had 42 cook teams!
Cook teams are a special bunch of people to say the least. I'm pretty sure they all descended from the original redneck, whomever that might have been. They pretty much keep the beer companies in stock, also. Thank goodness they do because when Lindsay and I showed up there on Thursday to drop off supplies I neglected to pack myself an ice chest because I was positive my friend, and the guy in charge of the cook teams, David, would have some iced down for me. Since he didn't I walked over to two friendly gentleman cooks with beers in their hands who were setting up their camp for the event and asked to bum one. They gladly supplied me with an ice-cold Milwaukee's Best Light to which I gratefully accepted, and even though it's not my brand, it was the best beer I'd ever tasted after carrying in a butt-load of supplies. Did I mention that cook team members are a friendly bunch? Those two kept checking in with me all weekend to make sure I had a beer supply!
Funny comment from Lindsay during this process. I mentioned David, who is in charge of the cook teams. I've known David for the 21 years I've been here in San Marcos. He used to be a Deputy Sheriff and now he's Constable in one of the precincts here in Hays County. Lindsay has also met David several times in the past. David is African American. When I told Lindsay we were meeting David to drop off supplies she said, and I quote, "Isn't he the brown one?" I explained to her that, yes, that was the one we were meeting, and he was African American and not "the brown one". And, yes, I told David her comment and he had a good laugh about it!
Anyway, another reminder I'm getting old -- this event nearly did me in. I was on my feet on Saturday from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. and I could barely move on Sunday. Oh, well, I'll be back doing the same thing next year!
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Bren gave me the password so I am checking to see if I can comment now. I once had a very spry 95 year old patient and when I asked how she had stayed so young, she said "No children." Could be some truth to that.
Aunt Cindy
Sounds like you had fun!! I still see you attending at 99 years of age! Love you!! Brenda
A friend with beer to share is a friend indeed. ;-)
I tell you, the one thing I really loathe about this Big City? No goat meat. I don't even remember the last time I ate cabrito and I thought I'd weep with joy when Brenda fed me backstrap the last time we were in the Little Town.
Bunch of urban heathens up here. Grumble.
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