I'm sitting here on a Monday night, Jo's out doing something community-minded, I've finished the work I HAD to get done today, so I'm sitting in front of the telly with a glass of red watching Americans eat outlandish amounts of food.
I'm watching "Man vs Food".
For those of you who haven't seen or heard of this programme, it is based on this chubby bloke travelling around the USA and eating "local" cuisine. Generally this means huge amounts of barbeque or burgers. I mean plates that would happily feed at least one adult and a couple of kids, plates that make my mum's special Christmas plates look tidgy. The scary thing is that I find myself getting quite peckish whilst watching it.
Each episode culminates with the presenter taking on a food challenge. You know, one of those "if you can eat this stupid sized burger in under 45 minutes without spewing up we'll give you a t-shirt" type challenges. That part tends to put me off food a bit. This week's challenge = 15 hot dogs covered in mustard and chilli in an hour. His prize? He gets to rename the challenge. WHY?
So that's my life right now. Rock and roll, huh?
You may be wondering what I'm having for dinner. Cauliflower curry (it's what needed using up). Go me! Go my arse!
It's been nice knowing you.
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