Seven Sons

No. Really. It's a corn dog pizza.

It’s getting towards the end of the day, and as I’m winding down this little gem of a site graced my mailbox. I mean, really. Is this two great tastes that go great together? You put your corndog in my pizza.

Sure there’s eating contests. Some of them are even international—the stuff of legends. With the victor’s feats inscribed into the annals of history. But what about the small town heros? The ones that just do it for challenge? Or friends and family?

As a species we’ve gotten more creative over the years. And we’ve come up with all sorts of fucked up stuff to eat—and fucked up ways to eat it.
Take the Krispy Kreme Challange. From their site:

Beginning at the NC State Belltower, each runner runs 2 miles to the Krispy Kreme store located on Peace St. in Raleigh. After downing a full dozen of the famous Krispy Kreme doughnuts, the runner must run the two miles back. All in one hour.

Right. So (according to the PDF on the Krispy Kreme site) that’s: 2400  calories and 216 grams of fat. Of course, that’s sandwiched between 2 miles of “running.” So assuming you keep the whole dozen down, you’ve knocked out all your calories for the day in one fell swoop. The good news is that it all goes to charity. The real good news is that it all goes to a children’s hospital. Which is fantastic since North Carolina managed to eek into the top ten in child obesity rates as recently as 2007.

Does anyone really feel like a “winner” after mowing down 66 hot dogs, a 3 pound burger, 40 pizza rolls or even a dozen donuts?

Tell me later. My Double Bacon Hamburger Fatty Melt is ready.