For a few months now Jake
and I have been talking about having a Guac-Off to find out who really makes the World’s Best Guacamole. This past Sunday it finally happened.
The whole concept of having a Guac-Off began at the National Hot Dog and Vanilla Ice Cream Day Celebration back in July. As we licked ice cream cones and munched on hot dogs, some of us started talking about our specialty dishes that we’re known for. (You know, the dish that gets more excitement from the crowd when you arrive at a party than your actual physical presence does?) Well, when it was my turn to tell the group what I was famous for, I claimed what I always claim, “I make the world’s best guacamole.”
Now, if memory serves me right, I don’t remember Jake being within hearing distance of that conversation, yet I saw him sprint over from across the party and say, “Did I hear someone say that they make the world’s best guacamole?” With a vanilla ice cream cone in my hand, I turned to him proudly and said, “Yeah, that’s me.” With intense competition in his eye, he stared at me as he rubbed his chin.
It was as if time stopped as the words, “Actually, Lisa, I make the world’s best guacamole” came out of his mouth.
Nobody had ever challenged my guac before. Nicole and Stephanie held their breath as I tried to comprehend the outrageous claim that Jake had just made. There was absolutely no way that we was correct. Guacamole was the one thing I was known for. Anyone with a heart should know that you don’t take that kind of honor away from someone with nothing else in her life.
But not Jake. No — he wanted to challenge me. He wanted a Guac-Off.
Finally, after 5 1/2 months and a few post-poned dates later, it happened.
Although Jake had wanted to get Chipotle to sponsor the event, the Guac-Off was a bit impromptu since we had one of the World’s Best Guac Judges, Hew Harris, in town from Berkeley for only a couple of days. Here he is sampling my guac last December. (Let the record note that he ate most of it that night.)
The kick-off time was 5pm and the judges began to trickle in. Scott came over with his guac as I was still prepping mine. I felt a bit of confidence coming from Scott as he smiled at me as I squeezed the limes into the bowl. (I should have never let him borrow the onion, damn it.)
I looked at his bowl, all Saran Wrapped up, and I’m not gonna lie, I got a bit apprehensive. What was his secret?
As I continued squeezing limes and pressing garlic into the mashed up Farmer’s Market avocados, I suddenly heard the individuals in the living room making statements such as, “Wow” …“Look at that” …“Oh My God”…and “Amazing.” I shrugged it all off thinking they were watching an infomercial with Tony Little and just continued squeezing. But then I heard his voice. Jake had arrived with his guac. And the presentation was over the top.
Shit. I was screwed.
Pretending not to be intimidated by the sheer beauty of the perfectly sliced avocado and peppers on top of his guac, I told him that no matter what his looked like, he couldn’t compete with my secret ingredient.
And then he got nervous. Boo-ya, biatch.
But while they were all great interpretations of the classic dish, there still had to be a winner. I should have known what the outcome was going to be after seeing what the “go to” guac was at start of the competition.
(Insert swallowing of the pride here.)
Jake won hands down. He had nine votes, I had two, and Scott had one. Because my pride is starting to digest, I can honestly say that Jake not only had the best presentation, but also the best guac. I was dead wrong. I do not make the World’s Best Guacamole…Jake Feala does. I have no idea what I was thinking when I made that claim.
I think Jake’s edge on me was that he follows the advice of Joe Paterno, the Penn State head football coach, religiously.
I, on the other hand, follow the word of Andrew Shue.
That my friends, is the difference between a winner and a loser. You must be smart when picking your idols.
See you next year, Mr. Feala. Next time I’ll try, k?
PS Thanks to Heidi for being the paparazzi that night and taking all the pictures.