Beloved announced he was hungry. Not just hungry, but really hungry. As in he could eat a whole cow. Of course he couldn’t, not really. After all there are some parts of the cow that aren’t really palatable or edible.
So he made a huge sandwich. The kind that could feed more than one person. I figured he would eat part of it, become full and then wrap up the rest of the sandwich for later, when he was hungry again. Instead he cut it in half and decided that I obviously needed to share it with him. Or at least part of it. We both ended up eating some and saving the rest for later.
So why do I tell you this? Not because I was surprised at the size of the sandwich he made or the fact he said he was that hungry. Nope, not for any of those reasons.
Instead I tell you this because I’m absolutely confused by competition eaters. You now the people I’m talking about. The ones who eat like 35 hot dogs in 10 minutes or whatever. Or those people who eat like 400 chicken wings in an hour or what have you.
I understand you can train your stomach, but honestly, how can you eat that much? Well eat it and not get sick? Anyone have the answers?