For several years, I was a vegetarian. However, since it had nothing to do with morality and everything to do with taste, I would fudge to be polite.
Like if I was at a dinner party, let's say, or home with my parents. If there was meat in the lasagna, I wasn't going to pick it all out; I was just going to eat it.
Slowly but surely, I found myself firmly in the omnivore column. (I didn't realize quite how much until Lent rolled around this year and I gave up meat, only to realize just how much of it I was eating.)
Which is why, when some of the Flyer staff decided to do a barbecue-rib judging/eating contest this year, I signed right up.
(In fact, the last time the Flyer did a similar story, 10 years ago, I was an intern and vegetarian and was relegated to serving the platters and collecting people's responses.)
And I have to say, I made the right decision this year. We tasted almost 20 racks of ribs, some with dry-rub, some with sauce, some of them sweet, some spicy, and one of them very strange, but each one was an experience.
Yes, each afternoon, I rolled back to my desk with a full belly (the initial ribs were for judging, the leftovers were for eating), more gluttonous than I'd ever intended. Or not.
So, inside baseball? Chris Davis cleansed his palate with sips of Dr. Pepper. I don't think he would mind me telling you guys that.
What else? We had planned to do a cover shot of a pile of eaten rib bones, and actually saved the bones from both Thursday's and Friday's judging in a cooler to give to our photographer, Justin Fox Burks.
Upon hearing this and seeing the cooler in question, the wife of one of our staff members asked, "Is that our cooler?"
It was. I don't know if she was comforted by the fact that the bones were in a plastic sack in the cooler. I was, but only a little.
I don't know why we didn't use the picture of the bone sculpture in the end. It's a pretty neat shot, especially for a mess of gnawed-up bones, but you'll have to take my word for it, b/c I don't have permission to run it.
To learn the results of the BBQ judging, as well as read the staff's comments, read the Flyer's cover story, "The Quest for Fire."