Man, we wuz had at the local county fair. We put in some really pretty peppers of about 15 differing stripes and only got about 7 or 8 blue ribbons. No one got Grand Champ, but I'm still honked off. We picked peppers the morning of the entry and spent two hours going through the pickings getting three of everykind that were almost identical so we would be showing consistency. Naw....the judge had other idears. He gave blues to standard jalapenos of all ilk--which we didn't enter because they are, um, passe--and gave us a RED for some of the biggest and most beautiful cowhorn cayennes you've ever seen. He also gave us RED for two sets of bigger-than-golfballs Caribbean Red Habeneros that were mid-way ripened and were as shiny and as colorful as any other exhibit in the entire building, and then he gave someone else a blue for three itty-bitty orange habs with slick sides. We had those big wrinkled Reds and both entries were three almost identically wrinkled peppers. You couldn't have found more identical wrinkled peppers if you'd looked all day. I doubt the guy had ever seen anything like we were entering, so he panicked and gave us reds rather than admit he didn't know diddly about the product. We entered three identical, pale, almost transluscent, mexibells as big as standard bells, labeled them as hot, and got a RED. Then we entered three less-than-standard green bells and got a blue. Meanwhile, chile-woman never gets asked to judge. WE WANT CHILE-WOMAN; WE WANT CHILE-WOMAN; WE WANT SUE... carp