The McDonough Cup, which I’m sure my fellow bloggers are writing about this week as well, is the hot topic on campus this week. Every spring, the three largest “classes” – first-year full time, second-year full-time and evening program – compete for four days in a series of events. The prize is for bragging rights and ownership of the rotational McDonough Cup. In a few hours I’m off to the fields to compete in ultimate frisbee and soccer, for example (a welcome stress reliever two weeks before final exams). This quick blog entry, however, is a review and critique of the first event I participated in – the grill-off.
On Thursday evening (or morning depending on what you count as the kick-off of the event), the three competing teams prepared BBQ meals on the patio outside of the third floor of the business school building. The second-years were smoking meat at around 10am and a few of us first-years were collecting all the ingredients and tools for our concoction in the early afternoon. The judges arrived at around 6pm to sample a plate of each and decide upon a winner. The criteria judged were presentation, creativity and taste.
A few weeks ago a few of us thought it would be fun to do a Cajun craw fish boil in a DC park. We discovered that there is a company in New Orleans that will send crawfish FedEx by the pounds for a reasonable price. One of us (for whatever reason) also had a ginormous pot for such a boil. After discovering that the logistics of putting on such an event were actually intense (park waiting list for reservation space for example) we had second thoughts. The McDonough Cup BBQ, however, was in our minds the perfect stage for a boil.
Due to some shenanigans from the second years treating this more like a “top-chef” match than a true BBQ cook-off (yes, I’m a bit bitter), we only managed to squeak out a second place. Granted, the smoked meat on small plates (not pictured below) was decadent and no doubt won in a taste war. All I can say is that next year, we are going to up the game even more and I’m confident we will win.
The Cajun man himself - Jack Clements