No-one has ever managed to eat this four-kilo shepherd’s pie within the twenty minute time limit. Its eight pounds of weight make it a baby’s worth of peas, beef and mash. As I enter week five of my attempt to be crowned London eating champion, can I be the first to take it down?
No. No I can’t. From the first bite, I’m groaning. Turns out I’d forgotten something: I don’t actually like shepherd’s pie that much. After wolfing down two kilos of pea-flecked, meaty mush within five minutes, I suddenly lose the will to carry on. I start to shovel food into my face so lethargically, it’s like I’ve aged 80 years during the course of the meal. Then, after 18 mins, I just give up.
Maybe I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Maybe I was just being a pussy. But the hardest thing with competitive eating challenges is to force yourself to carry on when you’re really not enjoying the food. When you reach that stage from the first few bites, you know you’re beaten. That goddamn shepherd’s pie made mince meat out of me.
Boy 4, Food 1.
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