That's right, the tribes pitched their tents and broke out the kosher smokers for Kansas City's first ever Kosher BBQ contest. Unlike regular bbq contests, all the meat, sauce ingredients, rubs, charcoal, smokers, and utensils were provided for and handed out under close supervision which made for a fairly even playing field.
Although next year they might want to rethink the size of their smokers. Each team got two but really when you're smoking beef brisket and beef ribs size does matter. Why can't the teams use their own smokers? Because to satisfy the requirements of producing kosher cooking, the implements that touch the food are strictly regulated. Let's just say it's safer for the rabbis to control the chain of custody to supply the smokers themselves. Other than that, everything else was standard bbq contest routines. I was invited to chronicle one of the teams, the only team of women (and one husband) known as The Queens of Que. All bbq contest novices but anchored by a secret brisket pit boss weapon. How would the ladies do?
While they might be novices they do know that it's important to stay up all night and tend to the fires to keep your meat going low and slow. Wouldn't you know it, our heat wave finally broke and the nights recently were a little crisp. Thank goodness for fleece binkies and Ipads. The night quickly passed into the morning and time to box up their first entry, chicken.
The surgeon husband on the team certainly came in handy for precisely slicing the chicken.
Do you know how hard it was to look and not touch? Very hard but with braggin' rights on the line all chicken made it to the judges safely nestled in it's little styrofoam clamshell.
Next up for slicing, beef ribs. I have to say that I'm an equal opportunity rib sucker. Pork, beef AND lamb ribs are all worthy of my attention. Beef ribs also have the added benefit of giving you the illusion of sitting in King Henry the Fifth's court or Fred Flintstone's car when it falls over from the weight of those massive beef bones. I know pork ribs get all the glory, especially baby backs but you're missing out if you ignore a hearty plate of beef ribs.
These folks concur. It was actually hilarious watching the Queens trying to artfully fit enough beef ribs in the clamshell for the judges. At some point you just have to jam it closed and utter those well worn words of chefs around the globe....it is what it is...and move on.
Now it's time for the Precious, the Brisket.
Cooking a decent brisket is a hallmark of Jewish cooking. There are some serious bragging rights on the line and frankly Team Queen had been participating in a healthy dose of brisket trash talking. They could talk it but could they walk it?
It wasn't pretty when it came out of it's resting place but it's not a beauty contest, it's a moist and flavorful contest and Pit Boss Carla had her finger strongly monitoring the pulse of this thing of ugly beauty. They also had a bit of good luck stop by their booth as they were trying to decide how to slice their brisket.
Mark Fishman, a former butcher who advised the best piece of meat to use, what fat to slice off and exactly where to cut. Free expert advice is always appreciated.
I don't know if they were required to include the burnt ends but really you can't go wrong throwing those babies in there.
One last huzzah for luck and the Precious toddled off to the judge's table. Now unlike the ribs and the chicken, there was plenty of brisket left over to knosh on.
But you had to be quick like a bunny because that brisket was the bomb. We quickly inhaled the remnants of the good pieces of brisket. The inferior piece of brisket was sliced because it would be a sin to waste it.
Of course the kick-ass secret kosher sauce helped.
It was at this point that I boldly announced via Facebook that this was the winning brisket entry. It helped to walk up and down the row of teams slicing their dry sad briskets. You just don't mess with a woman and her brisket. Unfortunately we had at least another hour and half of waiting for the results of the judging.
No prize money at stake but lots of nice trophies. Although.....
...I'm a little leery of getting too close to the Golden Calves for fear of wayward bolts of lightning. I mean we are going totally Old Testament here. Finally the judging results are announced. Chicken results pass without the Queens name being called. Next beef ribs. Whoa, the Queens take third place and smile exactly like fools who spent all night worrying over an R2D2 smoker and whole lotta kosher meat. Still one category to go. Third place....not the Queens. Second place...Team STP (Smoked to Perfection). At this point I start pounding on Queen arms in excitement because Team STP took first place in the chicken and ribs and if they took second in brisket that left....TEAM QUEEN for the BRISKET win!!!!
I love it when I'm right.
Here's your KC Queens of Que Kosher BBQ Team
John Goldberg, Carla Grant, Rita Cortes and Marla Brockman.
It certainly looked like a good time was had by all. I know all the folks who keep kosher looked like they had a good time getting to celebrate Kansas City BBQ....their way. See you next year.
Here's your KC Queens of Que Kosher BBQ Team
John Goldberg, Carla Grant, Rita Cortes and Marla Brockman.
It certainly looked like a good time was had by all. I know all the folks who keep kosher looked like they had a good time getting to celebrate Kansas City BBQ....their way. See you next year.
