If you're sitting there wondering what this mysterious three pizza challenge is, you may be slightly disappointed to learn that it's exactly what it sounds like:
The three pizza challenge
Eat three pizzas.
A few days ago the guys and I set a date for attempting this, and that date happened to be yesterday. Jack, Ollie and I each bought a box of frozen supermarket pizzas, the cheapest brand in there, three in a box for 2€. Steve looked at that box in the supermarket and decided to spend nearly three times that amount on buying three separate pizzas of a slightly less crap brand.
Oh and here comes half the fun of it - the apartments that Camilla, Erin and I live in don't have ovens, but the others figured we could manage using... microwaves. We brought my microwave down from my place to the girls' kitchen (Camilla is in Italy, Erin let us use her room cause my room is choc-full of junk) and set to work. We'd microwave two pizzas at a time, one in each microwave, and each eat half a pizza when they were "done". (By done, I mean shot with enough microwaves that the underside of the pizzas weren't cold anymore, thereby making them extremely hot and really quite soggy!)
We had to do this six times to microwave and eat all twelve pizzas.
After my first half-pizza, I felt like I could easily eat all six halves.
After the second, I felt snack-full.
After the third, I felt meal-full.
After the fourth, I felt being-greedy-and-eating-too-much full.
After the fifth, I was dreading the last one.
The sixth was a real challenge, with my mind having to keep telling my jaw to chew and swallow.
We didn't try and make it a race against each other, or against the clock, we just made it a group effort to manage the twelve between us and ended up each managing our three-pizza share.
Throughout the challenge, I kept saying this was the worst idea in the world, and when I'd finished, the way I felt just confirmed that. There was no real sense of triumph - nobody won anything, basically we just showed how good we are at being morbidly obese if we put our minds to it.
So that's my update for now.
Our plan tonight is to find some nice spot in the city, maybe beside the Elbe river, and sit and relax and drink beers.
Tomorrow, for our last night together, we are considering an all-you-can-eat pizza/pasta place that is basically Pizza Hut. I probably shouldn't put that there, having just described our feat of last night.
And sadly, that's it for Steve and Jack's Dresden times - on Thursday they'll be flying to England. Steve is apparently returning to Australia in July, having run out of money. Jack and Ollie reckon they probably won't be travelling together for the rest of the year, although their paths may cross at times. Ollie will be staying around here for at least another month, he may travel around a bit but he'll be based in my apartment still.
Oh and one more thing - I had a meeting today to learn my fate as a result of my severe warning a while ago that caused me to delete two blog posts, and apparently I've made some nice changes and won't be getting fired anytime soon. Good to know!
Bye bye ya'll.
A few days ago the guys and I set a date for attempting this, and that date happened to be yesterday. Jack, Ollie and I each bought a box of frozen supermarket pizzas, the cheapest brand in there, three in a box for 2€. Steve looked at that box in the supermarket and decided to spend nearly three times that amount on buying three separate pizzas of a slightly less crap brand.
Oh and here comes half the fun of it - the apartments that Camilla, Erin and I live in don't have ovens, but the others figured we could manage using... microwaves. We brought my microwave down from my place to the girls' kitchen (Camilla is in Italy, Erin let us use her room cause my room is choc-full of junk) and set to work. We'd microwave two pizzas at a time, one in each microwave, and each eat half a pizza when they were "done". (By done, I mean shot with enough microwaves that the underside of the pizzas weren't cold anymore, thereby making them extremely hot and really quite soggy!)
We had to do this six times to microwave and eat all twelve pizzas.
After my first half-pizza, I felt like I could easily eat all six halves.
After the second, I felt snack-full.
After the third, I felt meal-full.
After the fourth, I felt being-greedy-and-eating-too-much full.
After the fifth, I was dreading the last one.
The sixth was a real challenge, with my mind having to keep telling my jaw to chew and swallow.
We didn't try and make it a race against each other, or against the clock, we just made it a group effort to manage the twelve between us and ended up each managing our three-pizza share.
Throughout the challenge, I kept saying this was the worst idea in the world, and when I'd finished, the way I felt just confirmed that. There was no real sense of triumph - nobody won anything, basically we just showed how good we are at being morbidly obese if we put our minds to it.
So that's my update for now.
Our plan tonight is to find some nice spot in the city, maybe beside the Elbe river, and sit and relax and drink beers.
Tomorrow, for our last night together, we are considering an all-you-can-eat pizza/pasta place that is basically Pizza Hut. I probably shouldn't put that there, having just described our feat of last night.
And sadly, that's it for Steve and Jack's Dresden times - on Thursday they'll be flying to England. Steve is apparently returning to Australia in July, having run out of money. Jack and Ollie reckon they probably won't be travelling together for the rest of the year, although their paths may cross at times. Ollie will be staying around here for at least another month, he may travel around a bit but he'll be based in my apartment still.
Oh and one more thing - I had a meeting today to learn my fate as a result of my severe warning a while ago that caused me to delete two blog posts, and apparently I've made some nice changes and won't be getting fired anytime soon. Good to know!
Bye bye ya'll.
1 comment:
hehe *chortle*
good news on the job count
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