A long overdue recap of the fourth annual showdown of Me vs. the Chicken Wings:
As you might remember, I was pretty nervous before my annual foray into overeating. Eating like a cave man in front of a couple hundred people is weirdly intimidating. Who knew? But I told those wings what’s what.
Let’s take a look at some of the photographic evidence:
A few of my competitors....I'm the one on the right. Note the giant mountains of wings. Also notice that I may actually be partially asphyxiating in this picture.
Another "action" photo.
We’re going to need a close up of that one….
Not now chief, I'm in the zone....
I think, if you look close enough, you can actually see my sodium levels rising. So how did it turn out? My goal was to eat one more wing than last year…which would have brought me to 48 wings in 15 minutes. Did I make it?!
You bet your ass I did. And then some.
Please note my face is plastered with both sauce and a smile. At one point I actually had to eat blindfolded….psssh. It didn’t even slow me down.
My wing eating efforts raised over $1,000 for the I-CARE charity founded by my friends. So proud to work with them!
I was happy my nervous butterflies moved over and made some room for all those wings! Thanks for the emails and texts cheering me on. Only 9 months until I weigh the pro’s and con’s of eating in 2011’s event.
xoxo The Flyover Foodie
p.s. I’m the worst blogger ever. This weekend I was TOTALLY committed to writing several new posts. And no joke, our internet was down. I’m hoping that’s not an omen….
Just a quick update before I head off to my annual foray into overeating….
My yearly tradition of competitive eating….
My yearly spike of sodium and caloric intake….
The Eat A Thon.
Bring. It. On.
I get weirdly nervous before this competition every year. But we’re only a few hours out….so I’m ready to get in the mindset of eating some serious wings (for a good cause). So here we go…time for some motivational trash talking:
You are going down, Wings. Just think just because you’re an appetizer I won’t annihilate you and all your friends? Wrong. You’re not even a tough appetizer: not wrapped in bacon. No toothpick required. You’re only a breath away from chicken strips and you know who eats chicken strips? Little kids.
So don’t think your so tough, stacked up in a big pile hot from the fryer. You’re all sauce and suckage, Wings. I am going to eat you like I was born and raised in Buffalo.
Wish me luck!
xoxo Flyover Foodie
We looked everywhere.
Keeping an eye out....
And after checking the couch cushions, all over my car, emptying our hall table, dumping out 3 different purses, and digging through my kitchen drawers (hey, it seemed possible) the wayward memory card was found!! Of course, it was in a totally logical place.
The pocket of a pair of jeans.
(Shaking my head)
BUT- there is no time to celebrate. We have photos and a big “to do” list! So check back later today…we have a new post in the works. Thanks for hanging with me!
xoxo Flyover Foodie
“I would give all my fame for a pot of ale.” – Shakespeare’s Henry V
People say that things are always in the last place you look. Which makes sense because if something is lost, and you find it, why would you keep looking?
Currently, I am looking for a wayward memory card. And clearly, I have not reached the proverbial “last place”.
As you’ve probably figured out, that leaves me sans photos for several of my upcoming posts. Ok, more than several….more like 6. Or my state fair pics. Or the lobster pics. Worst. Blogger. Ever.
I’m borderline distraught. I’m searching for another 24 hours and then I’m coming up with a creative solution. Microsoft paint anyone?
This is worse than ketchup on a brat.
Sometimes after a busy weekend you just need a day to regroup.
My sous chef needed a break...she was dog tired.
Tonight: leftover shepherd’s pie for dinner. (ooohhh, that was a CLUE!)
Tomorrow: we’ll be back with all kinds of carb loaded posts and tasty checklists.
xoxo The Flyover Foodie and Flyover Pup
p.s. Scout decided to sleep in front of the stove last night as I cooked dinner around her. But only after the meat was done sizzling. She hates sizzling.