Pardon my delay in covering the contest of the century. I'm still reeling from the sheer calorie intake.
The first annual Third Degree Key Lime Pie Throwdown caused quite a lot of office-place trash talk and facebook chatter last Friday as we kicked off our United Way agency pace setting donations for the year with some friendly (tranlsate: cut throat) competition.
Ever since Kriste first interviewed for our media buyer position three years ago, Roy hasn't been able to shake her claim to making a kick ass key lime pie, and has been baiting her ever since to test it against his southern-boy-at-heart pie making skills.
No southern gentility here. This was a no holds barred, bare-knuckled culinary brawl.
(I don't know what that means, I've just been watching a lot of Top Chef on TV lately.)
Jentry needs to work on her Don King hair, but she put a stop to the sparring and got down to the formalities.
Looks like an even match at first glance. Everyone chose both a slice A and a slice B for an anonymous taste test.
At closer inspection there are definite differences. Tequila sauce? Intriguing. Nuts in the crust? Interesting.
This is where the conversation dipped and the calorie intake spiked tenfold, but it was for a good cause, right?
The Live Tally
Then the voting began. Jentry started tallying the score before our very eyes.
Could the lead be the southern style Nutty Crust (B) choice?
Nope. The Clear Winner.
Ah... the Tequila Sauced (A) choice won hands down.
"How could this happen!? Kriste won!? Recount!?"
(Actually I voted for Kriste... her pie is freaking unbelievable, hence the calorie whiplash)
And so Roy's backpedaling began. He put the Redi-Whip on too early. (Ahem... Kriste had home made fresh whip cream). He couldn't compete with the alcoholic ingredient! (Whatever.. this is Third Degree buster.)
But in the end he stood by his pie, and had the quote of the day:
"I like nuts in my crust!"
Followed by the second best quote of the day, exclaimed as he opened the fridge and realized his canned whip cream substitute had "melted" on his pie:
"Oh, my pie is F'd!"