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This is our American Stories, and we tell stories of all kinds here on our show, including your stories. Send them to ouramericanstories.com. That's ouramericanstories.com. They're some of our favorites. And today we have Lindsay Gallant telling her story.
Lindsay is a student of one of our regular contributors. Teacher and author Leslie Leland Fields. Today, Lindsay will be sharing a story about a time she was challenged to to an eating contest. I had somewhat of a reputation for being a big eater. I was a slim thing, so no one expected it.
But in the college cafeteria, when they called for seconds, I jumped up quicker than anyone. I was always hungry. Where do you put it all? My big guy friends asked. You must have two hollow legs.
I only shrugged and smiled. Fast metabolism, I guess. I enjoyed the element of surprise. In high school, I had been dubbed the stomach. After I was challenged by my youth group leader to pack down a 19-ounce burger at Red Robins.
I did it, fries and all, much to the astonishment of my friends. I had told this story to my music team, and I think they believed me. But my friend E. J., a stocky Filipino with an appetite of his own, wanted proof. That day in the church basement, he challenged me to an eating contest.
The rules were simple. Match plate for plate. Keep eating until your opponent could eat no more. It was the perfect opportunity, as the foiled trays of pasta seemed endless, and we didn't have to sing again until the evening service. EJ and I walked up to the counter and each grabbed a plate with lasagna and chicken.
It was on. Plate number one. We sat opposite each other at the table, each of us oozing confidence. The whole music team was in on it by now, choosing sides. We laughed good naturedly as we ate, egging each other on and telling stories of our past culinary conquests.
The lasagna was gooey on the inside and crispy on the top. Mm. The chicken skin had the right crunch, and the rice was perfectly seasoned. I ate quickly, which is part of the strategy. Little sips of water to keep things going smoothly, but not too much.
This was going to be fun. Plate number two. An easy follow up. I made sure to add some salad to the side, and another roll, to keep things balanced. Everything was delicious.
As a kid we weren't always sure of seconds around our table, and there was no such thing as an all you can eat buffet in town. it was kind of nice to give in completely to my appetite, at no extra cost. I finished my second plate as most people were just starting to get theirs, if they were going for seconds at all. Plate number three. On a normal Sunday, I would have stopped here.
I could have been full after the first two plates, if I had wanted to be, but I knew I still had room. I sprang up for the third helping, before E. J. was finished his second plate. He was slowing down, and I had to keep my momentum.
The thrill of the challenge spurred me on. Aren't you getting full yet? E.J. asked a little nervously. Nope.
I grinned and shoveled in another layer of noodles. Plate number four. I was a full plate ahead of EJ by this point. As he plodded through plate three, I dug into my fourth. I was getting a little tired of lasagna, and my stomach was definitely expanding into discomfort.
I looked at his plate and the slowly receding food. Don't forget your salad, I said. Salad? he shot back. You've been eating salad too?
It was a drastic oversight on his part. Oh, yes, I said, you'll have to catch up on that. He groaned. When plate number four was done, I took a deep breath. I was still a full serving ahead.
Well, E. J., I think I'm getting full, I said, slowly leaning back in my chair. I guess it's time to start on the desserts. We both got up. him for his fourth plate of the main course, and me for my first dessert from the dessert table.
I think we were both waddling just a little. There were quite a few options of church baking. Hm I may just have to try them all, I teased, choosing a square of spongy vanilla cake with sauce dripping over it. Back at our table, EJ slumped over his mountain of food and the extra big pile of salad. I can't believe a girl is getting ahead of me he exclaimed, shaking his head.
Um Nineteen ounces of beef, E. J. I reminded him calmly, holding up a forkful of cake. Plus the fries. I took the opportunity to slow down a little myself.
After all, he still had some catching up to do. I really wanted to try the pie, though. and ambled back to the dessert table. There's always room for pie. I declared as I sat back down.
and a little coffee to go with it. E. J. was visibly struggling. Finally he finished the salad and went for his first dessert selection.
After the pie, I was decidedly full. more than full. But I could see the finish line, and I was ahead. I figured a light pudding dish would be the easiest third choice to slide down. He moved on to dessert number two.
How's your cake? I asked. licking the last of the pudding from my spoon. He could only groan. I felt like groaning, too.
I wasn't sure I was actually going to be able to get up and walk after this. But I could taste the victory. one more lap to the dessert table. I could do this. When I sat back down with the chocolate cake, EJ was whimpering over his pudding.
He managed to look up. and I saw dread in his eyes. I held the cake up like a trophy. Dessert number four I announced. EJ threw down his fork and wailed I can't do it I give up My friends cheered I finished the chocolate cake just to seal my supremacy.
To everyone's surprise, the little girl with the big stomach won the eating contest. I never let on how sick I felt all afternoon. It was a matter of pride. I did sneak away to a corner of the church, where I could lay flat for a while, hoping the weight of the consumed food would spread itself out a little more evenly. My famous stomach had found its limit.
Almost twenty years later, I am still known for loving my food. though I haven't accepted any more ridiculous challenges. I still eat more than my husband most days. My metabolism has noticeably slowed down. but there are days my appetite still surprises me.
It's funny how a nickname given in one day can stick with you for life. My sisters still call me the stomach. My friends automatically give me the biggest slice of cake at a party. How can you not be full? They ask.
If only they knew. There is a hunger inside me that has never quite gone away. It's not the kind of growl that can be silenced with a plate of lasagna. There are days I still feel like a four-year-old who missed her afternoon snack and is melting down while supper cooks. I thought I would have grown out of this by now.
After all, I have everything I need to be content. Yet, there's a deep calling desire for something more. There is a satisfaction I seek that comes after that last look of the dessert spoon. It's a homesick kind of hunger. Maybe this bottomless pit is actually a gift.
that keeps whispering. There's a feast yet to come. I can't wait to be first in line.
Okay. And a special thanks to Lindsay Gallant. And I can't wait to be second in line behind you. I have the same feeling about food, though I could never hold it down like you could, and I will never get into a contest with you, Lindsay, ever. Poor E.
J. He never had a chance. And that you ate that last piece of cake anyway, just to rub it in? Or you're a competitor. And what a great story.
If you've got stories about anything. Yeah. All to grief and everything in between. We handle it all and cover it all here on this show. Again, send your stories to ouramericanstories.com.
And by the way, we are a non-profit. And though the stories are free and you hear them free every day, they're not free to make if you care to. Send a small donation our way, ouramericanstories.com. There's a give and a donate button on the webpage. Lindsay, The Stomach, Galance Story.
here on our American story. This is Julian Edelman from Games with Names. I want to take a second to talk about something that's personal to me. I've had the privilege of working closely with Robert Kraft for a long time. And one thing I've always respected is how seriously he takes up standing up to hate.
As a Jewish athlete my identity is something I am proud of. but I also know what it feels like to be singled out for it. That's why this new commercial for the Blue Square Alliance Against Hate that aired during the big game really hit home. It's about showing up for someone when they're targeted, even if you don't have the perfect words. And sometimes standing next to someone is enough.
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