The Not-So Sensuous Sandwich

Took on the Sensuous Sanwich 2-footer challenge today.

I requested they cut it into thirds, so that I could eat it in a more manageable approach.

After 16 inches of pastrami, jack cheese, turkey, vinegar and oil, the sandwich began to defeat me. So I unbuckled my belt, hoping that I could possibly make some more room. Each bite was an intense battle between myself and the sandwich, and also trying not to up chuck. With 10 minutes left on the clock, the remaining 8 inches of glory had become a soggy mess. Then I threw up (don't worry it was in the trash can).

I may not have gotten the picture on the wall or the free T-Shirt, but I felt like the real thrill was in the attempt. Maybe I'm just saying that because I failed. But I had fun trying anyway, and I guess that's what really counts when going to battle against a two foot long sandwich.

My stomach hurts.