Jobhunting is boring. Let's talk family events and summer activities. Okay?
Ever seen Man vs Food on the Travel channel? Big guy Adam travels the country taking on food challenges - 4 pound steaks in Amarillo, eight breakfast tacos in Austin, 15 dozen oysters in New Orleans. Watching someone pack their guts may not be your cup of tea, but alas, in my house of men, we watch faithfully. True to the act of stuffing one's face, my husband, brother and myself found ourselves on a pleasant patio at Jack-n-Grill on Federal Blvd in Denver the other morning. Number three son, Ian, the baseball player, wanted to take on Jack's seven pound breakfast burrito. No time limit - well, maybe sometime that day.
Before placing the sled of food in front of him, he had instructions to go to the bathroom right then and there, or forever hold his guts. He abstained from the bathroom visit and before him arrived the signature dish. And a dish to behold it was.
The battle face left no hint that this was chump change in the pursuit of the mere poloroid picture left on the wall for eternity. The picture that would provide the notoriety for this accomplishment so important in life not to mention terminal free food at Jack's. So it began, spoon in hand. (Check out the lady behind him.)
Seemed a happy start - going at the steamy tortilla covering seven potatoes, and a dozen or more eggs, plus onions, and cheese smothered in green chili. No big deal.
Chipping away at the edges. (I take my time eating my breakfast of scrambled eggs and beans to not make Ian feel rushed.)
Ian fiddles with the food. Says it is steamy hot in the middle. I believe him. I finish my breakfast, file my nails, and eye the bar. I suggest to my husband that we get margaritas. He scowls and points at his watch. 11am. I sigh. I know he wants one just as much as I do.
Taking a breather - with a smile, the pursuit of the Seven Pound Burrito continues. Two sides demolished a little more than a third remaining. Ian sits back in his seat to see if his stomach will stretch out and offer up more space.
A few more bites, and then, surrender with a smile. We package that baby up and five of us eat it for breakfast the next morning. A gallant try, my Ian. You didn't even spill on your shirt or yak out the car window on the ride through the windy roads in the mountains. Good sport. Although you were quite quiet during the long ride - and you did have your window down. Anyway.