Top form, these two champs decide one day that they're going to each consume a 4.5 foot party sub. No time limits, no pressure from spectators, just the challenge itself. They've each blogged their experience, so click on their respective pics to read their story
From: http://www.theplug.net/2004.04/partysub.htm
One year ago Jason and I took part in a landmark food experiment called Mystery Can. To celebrate our willingness to be gluttons for punishment, Jason came up with an anniversary challenge. The premise is pretty simple. We each get identical party subs (the four and a half foot monster seen above), and we eat it until it's gone. It's not so much a race as it is a life lesson to never listen to Jason again. Now without further ado, Party Sub Challenge...
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My first bite. I get the feeling that the next few days are going to heavily involve picking up lettuce off of the floor.
I hope this is not an indication of things to come, but I could only eat a few inches of the sub before I was full. My initial estimate was that it would take three days to finish a four and a half foot party sub. But now I think I will be complete summer 2005. I honestly don't know if I can do this. I've only had one meal so far and I hated it. Just looking at the uneaten portion makes me lose my appetite.
You know, when the “sandwich artist” shows you the width of a party sub with his fingers, it means nothing until there’s a sandwich bigger than a parking meter staring you in the face.
Neither Jason nor I knew how wide the party subs would be. I feared the width would be abnormally large, hence why I recommended that we get three foot party subs. Jason claimed three feet wouldn’t last very long, and recommended that we each get six foot party subs. Our compromise (get out your calculators) was four and a half feet. Naturally, I am a sucker, because the width turned out to be abnormally large.
The sog factor has started to creep in. It's not nearly as bad as it's going to be tomorrow or the next day, but it's just enough for me to hate bread and cheese and vegetables. Thank God we had enough common sense to not get oil and vinegar.
I am so into this suddenly. I just finished my dinner portion and have slightly more than three feet of party sub left. My refrigerator is infused with the unmistakable smell of sub. It's probably on my clothes and surely in my sweat.
Patti asked, "How's the sandwich?"
I told her it's best not to think about it. But if she must know, it's like the party sub and I had a water balloon fight.
Regardless, I managed to finish my first foot and a half segment of the S.S. Party Sub. Three feet to go. Three feet to go. I hope Jason has severe diarrhea.
I wonder if I ever played M.A.S.H. as a kid and my fortune read that I would live in an apartment, have a pet dog, and eat sandwiches every day.
I’m on a never-ending teeter-totter of hunger and nausea. When I’m not eating the sub, I get really hungry. Pangs and all. When I am eating, it takes all my concentration to not think about how processed cheese turns to liquid.
There’s that butterscotch taste again… Do mayonnaise and mustard have a chemical reaction at room temperature?
To: jason@completesquare
From: jay@theplug
Date: March 3, 2004
Subject: Punch-wich
So.
By the time you read this, I will have eaten my stupid last bite of lunch. Which is perfect, because also by the time you read this, I'll almost be hungry enough for some dinner. I think I'll have some leftover party sub. Remaining length: 2 1/4 feet. Half way there.
Jay
P.S. Are you getting this weird butterscotch taste, too?
I gave Jason the option to eat other food items alongside his sandwich. I’m not trying to say that Jason is a cheater, but that I’m more of a purist. The only thing I’m consuming aside from party sub is beverages. So this morning I poured a glass of orange juice and I swear it felt wrong, like it was some exotic cuisine from Morocco or something. That doesn’t make sense, I know. I just feel like if I wanted a beverage, then this challenge should dictate that I put a little water and some party sub in a blender and drink away.
Sadly, I’m probably a day away from not having to add the water.
It’s important not to paint yourself into a corner. Try to eat the mush alongside the not-so-mush. Otherwise, your last bites will look like this....
A chocolate candy bar sounds good. Sushi sounds really good. Guacamole and chips would be good, too. Salmon. Hash browns. Eggs over easy. Those would be good.
I have a history of being a prankster, especially when it comes to Jason. I have this horrible vision of payback, where Jason threw away his party sub and instead of choking on stink loaf, he's been eating lobster and gooey ice cream for lunch, followed by a sensible dinner. Oh, that imaginary Jason is going to get pranked back good.
Aye, aye, captain.
While I didn't enjoy the fact that I ate a party sub for eighty-eight hours, it does show that I have patience. Like the time I watched a grandfather clock stop. Or the anticipated day when I stop talking about how I watched a grandfather clock stop.
Would I do it again? Probably. It being the grandfather clock thing, of course. As for the doing the party sub challenge again, I'd probably throw my portion in the garbage can and make Jason eat soggy sandwich for four days. Now, that idea makes me laugh myself to sleep.
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