Southern Nectar of the Gods

Being from the south has its definite advantages. Southern hospitality is all around and you can usually find a Bojangels in every town. But there is one major, thing that sets the south apart from all other regions of the country. That, my friends, is Sundrop. Sundrop is a true refreshment; a drink for the working man (or woman).

I have never been a huge soft drink drinker, and Sundrop is possibly one of the most unhealthy things one could put in his or her body. But...there is just something about this crispy citrus drink that can turn a bad day into a slightly decent one.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that one can only buy bottles of these delicious treats in certain areas of the country. Maybe the caffene content is so high that it can put a person in a drunken euphoria. Maybe it's because of the pure fact that I can walk down to the lounge during my planning period, pay 75 cents for 20 fluid ounces of delicious poision that will probably rot my insides, yet still enjoy it all at the same time. Who knows? From the first cold sip to the last drop of backwashed spit, my daily Diet Sundrop during my planning period generally makes my day a little brighter.

So, as I sit here in this cold classroom and waste my precious planning period away, I want to say Thank You to the Sundrop company. Thank you for being you.

the miracle of thanksgiving

today is great day for food.

not only is it a day to gorge on turkey, sweet potato casserole, and pumpkin pie but...

at 9:00(AM) on mtv, True Life: I'm a Competitive Eater comes on

AND at 11(AM), and 7(PM) the Turkey Bowl is on Spike TV

sad.

From Kobayashi's blog:

Having said that, to fill you in on the current status of my arthritic jaw, the results of examinations show that I am bruxing approximately 100 or more times each night while asleep. (Bruxism, in my case, is more clamping of the jaw, rather than grinding of the teeth.) Obviously I hope to try and put a stop to this as soon as possible.


Hopefully all will get better for Kobayashi. Nathan's just won't be the same without him competing for the mustard belt.

I love krystal.

The Krystal Blogger put a link to the HungrySisters on their blog!

also, they had a link to these pictures
that were taken at the Square Off. Apparantly, these fans were right beside of us. I suppose we were too caught up in the excitement of Humble Bob's surprising upset to realize they took a picture of yours truly. (Humble Bob handed out the posters we're holding, pretty good idea on his part if I do say so myself)

KSO Pics part DEUX:

Trey w/JAWS!

HungrySister Jamie with Pat!
Sadie with her hero: THE BLACK WIDOW!

Trey, Sadie, CRAZY LEGS CONTI, Logan, and Jamie before the contest

Eat those KRYSTALS!!!

A job well done.

Sad News :-(

From: http://eatfeats.com/

Kobayashi has a new blog entry in which he describes his current physical state (automatically translated):

Jaw feel sick, the body-building also does not now, a meal is troublesome, and feel the day is a lot. Weight also has been gradually decreasing.
Seven years ago compared to the seriousness and heavy still, but that at the time, from a lot of muscle mass. Currently, 65 kg (143 lb), the body is really becoming skin, and the face is sunken store. Kobayashi also reports he recorded a television program for a Belgian network.

This really makes me want to cry. Poor Kobayashi.

Can't get enough of that mexican cuisine!

Hungry sisters can't get enough of chips and salsa from Mazatlan! (THE best mexican resturant in the history of mexican resturants. located in Lincolnton, NC)

Pictures from the Krystal Square Off

Logan & Trey at our First Krystal Stop in Asheville NC (10/28/07)

The Stage is Set!

Chocolate Chip Pancakes at The City Cafe in Chattanooga

Who knew Heaven was located in the City Cafe?

OFFICIAL FANS OF THE KRYSTAL SQUARE OFF

Jamie enjoying her free Krystals

Sadie and Trey with KRYSTAL.

Another Fan

Line for autographs

North Brook Tornado

The North Brook Tornado is a delightful heart attack in a bun.

It is a hot dog, wrapped in bacon and deep fried, with chilli and slaw in a big ole bun. It is found in a local resturant of western lincoln county, NC called Mitchem's Kitchen (GREAT bbq btw.) and named after the area (and elementary school) in that side of town.

The n.b.t has been a legend among my friends and I, and eventually we decided to put my eating to the test. We decided 6-6-06 would be the day i would eat a North Brook Tornado (and because of that particular day, I named it satan's weiner.) although i dont plan on eating it often, it wasnt bad.

Jamie

Photo Memories of the Past

6/6/06: Jamie eats THE North Brook Tornado.
Jamie, tell us exactly what the North Brook Tornado is.

October 2006: We do it upside down.

Our Parents at DQ, July 2005

Sadie's first plate of food from Paula Deen's Restaurant--The Lady and Sons

Sadie's Essay on Blizzards.

This is an essay Sadie did for college a while back, I believe. I've had saved in an email for a while, but it pretty much describes our love for the delightful brownie batter blizzards.


The Misadventures of Hungry Sisters

Ice cream. Oh how I love thee. I am pretty sure that it is in my genetic makeup to be addicted to this delightful, creamy, sugary, oh-so-fattening treat. For instance, life can’t go on for my Papaw Bob if a week goes by that he does not drink a huge, hand-spun chocolate milkshake from Tony’s. A few years ago, on a family vacation, my younger sister ate a cone of chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream every morning for breakfast. My daddy’s parents are both diabetic, which could have been caused by many occurrences, but I personally think they are diabetic because they eat ice cream as if it were good for them. When my family gets together in the summer, whether it is the Fourth of July or just a random Saturday afternoon, it must involve homemade ice cream. Everyone in my family is required to own a homemade ice cream machine and bring it filled to the brim to family events so that we can have an ice cream buffet. Chocolate, vanilla, rocky road, peach. The possibilities are endless. I could not fathom my life without it. Thank goodness I am not lactose intolerant.

And this brings me to my tale. One boring summer afternoon in July of 2004, Jamie, my seventeen year old sister, and I were watching the Golden Girls like we did every day at 11:00am. As we were watching, a commercial appeared on the television that involved a woman standing in her kitchen stirring up a bowl of brownie batter. In walked her husband who could not keep his fingers out of the batter bowl. He decided to take the mixer from his wife’s hands, and stuck his tongue on the beater to lick the batter. Next, the mixer turned on, causing his tongue to get stuck between the beaters. “Oh my gosh, that looks like something we’d do” laughed Jamie. I agreed and we both wondered what this amusing commercial was advertising. Then, a voice (which in my personal opinion could quite possibly have been the voice of God) said “Don’t let this happen to you, go to Dairy Queen NOW and get a Brownie Batter Blizzard!” Then, they showed a picture of the ice cream treat that was being advertised, and I could hear the sounds of a choir singing “Alleluia!” in my head.

I was dumbfounded. Brownie batter, brownie chunks, and ice cream mixed together into one concoction? This was the greatest creation I had ever heard of in my entire life. I knew I had to have this treat of chocolate decadence in my mouth as soon as possible. Jamie, still sitting beside of me, was also in complete shock. As soon as we could bring ourselves back into reality after this nearly religious experience, Jamie and I and ran out of the house, got into my car, and set off for Dairy Queen.

We decided that Gastonia would be our destination of choice for this momentous event. The Dairy Queen in Gastonia was our favorite location, because the exterior of the building looked as if it were straight out of the 1950s. The roof was blue with white stripes, and the posters were charming, containing pictures of old Dairy Queen cartoon advertisements. There wasn’t room to go inside of the restaurant; instead, customers would walk up to the window from outside, order their food, and sit on the street corner to enjoy their ice cream. We both loved the nostalgic atmosphere this Dairy Queen created.

We arrived at Dairy Queen and were very excited (and even a bit anxious) about finally being able to gorge ourselves in ice cream bliss. I went up to the window to order first, and proudly told the cashier girl that I would like one small Brownie Batter Blizzard. She looked back at me and smiled and said “Oh, honey, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any brownie batter. I can make you one with just brownie chunks.” I thought to myself, “Just brownie chunks? Are you kidding me?” This just would not satisfy my needs. I politely asked the cashier to cancel my order and sadly, walked back to the car. Jamie followed closely behind. This incident caused an aura of sadness in the hearts of both Jamie and myself. But, Jamie reminded me that there was another Dairy Queen location in the mall, which was only a few miles away. I dreaded the thought of going into that busy mall, but I knew that the ending result of immersing myself in ice cream would be worth the hassle of fighting off the crowds. So, with our morale raised once again, we departed for the mall.
After making our way through the parking deck and hordes of people, we found our selves at the Dairy Queen. This time, I ordered two small Brownie Batter Blizzards, one for Jamie, and one for me. I handed the cashier my money, which she gladly took, and did not tell me any bad news of not having brownie batter like the previous cashier did. We waited patiently while she created our Blizzards. She finally handed us our freshly crafted Brownie Batter Blizzards (and even placed the spoon in the middle and turned them upside down like they do on the commercials). Jamie and I must have looked like two St. Bernard dogs, we were drooling so badly at the sight of the ice cream.

At the same time, Jamie and I took our red spoons and dug into the heart of our cups. We both took two huge bites, and instantly looked at each other in a disappointing manner upon pulling the spoons out of our mouths. Something was terribly, horribly wrong. There were no brownie chunks in either one of our Blizzards. Without any words spoken between the two of us, I took both of our cups back to the counter and asked the lady where the brownie chunks were. She then proceeded to tell me that they were out. “Are you serious?” I asked her. She replied that yes, she was serious, and also added that they have not had any brownie chunks for a week. I asked her why she did not tell me this fact before I spent my money on the Blizzards, and she just responded with a simple “I don’t know.” At this point, I was beginning to become irate, but civilly asked for my money back. With our spirits low and our heads bowed lower, Jamie and I walked back to the car.

By this point, we were ready to give up. But, Jamie pulled through in the clutch once more and reminded me that there was a Dairy Queen in Dallas, which would be right on our way back to Lincolnton from Gastonia. However, I knew that if we showed up to this location, and they could not make us a Brownie Batter Blizzard that met our expectations, we would both become very disheartened. We looked up the phone number and called the Dallas Dairy Queen. When I asked the guy on the other end of the phone line the million dollar question of whether or not they had Brownie Batter Blizzards, he gave me the wrong answer. He told me no.
Jamie and I were out of options (or so we thought), and were still ravenous for our Blizzards. I suggested that we just give up and go back home. But, for the final time, Jamie had a brilliant idea. She told me to call Dairy Queen of Belmont. Belmont was only about a ten minute drive from the mall, and I was willing to make that drive if I could receive the ice cream treat I desperately needed. I found the phone number for the Belmont Dairy Queen. Nervously, I dialed the number. A man answered the phone and I apprehensively asked him “Do you have Brownie Batter Blizzards with brownie chunks AND brownie batter?” To my shock, the voice on the other end of the line said “Yes! We do have Brownie Batter Blizzards!” I thanked the Dairy Queen man, hung up the phone, put my car in drive and bolted out of the mall parking lot.

I drove that car like my life depended on it. What was supposed to be a ten minute drive only took about six and a half. As soon as we arrived at the Belmont Dairy Queen, Jamie and I both jumped out of the car, ran inside, walked up to the counter, and placed our order. I told the lady working that I wanted the biggest Brownie Batter Blizzard they had to offer. Jamie told her the same thing. We stood there and watched the Blizzard artist create our masterpieces. When she brought us our cups, they were not filled to the top, and she asked us if we wanted more. Of course we wanted more! We had trekked many miles and endured a lot of distress to reach this holy grail of ice cream. She graciously filled up our cups with more ice cream, more brownie chunks, and most importantly, that runny, gooey, brownie batter that makes me almost salivate right now just thinking about it. Jamie and I went and sat in a booth and with those infamous red spoons in hand once again, we finally tasted the most scrumptious food we had ever eaten in our lives.
I could taste the brownie batter within the ice cream and it reminded me of when my mom used to make brownies, and Jamie and I would nearly wrestle each other to the ground to see who would get to lick the bowl. The man in the booth beside of us kept giving us strange looks while we were eating, probably because after every bite we would make odd sounds like “Mmmm.” “ohhhhhh man.” “YUMMMMMMMM.” We couldn’t help it. We ate every last bite of our Brownie Batter Blizzards, and Jamie even went to the extent tearing her cup apart and licking the inside. It was just that good.

Jamie and I left Belmont in a state of euphoria. Nothing would ever compare to what we just experienced in that Dairy Queen restaurant. This moment was also the beginning of a new Carpenter family ice cream tradition. For the rest of the summer, Jamie and I would venture out to the Belmont Dairy Queen every week to pay homage to our ice cream adventure. We would both order two large Brownie Batter Blizzards, sit in the same corner booth that we sat in the first time, and indulge ourselves in brownie batter bliss.




MORAL OF THE STORY: DAIRY QUEEN NEEDS TO BRING BACK BROWNIE BATTER BLIZZARDS. (i will be very dismayed if i never get to partake in this goodness again in my life)- Jamie

Krystal Square Off--2007

Hey! We are Sadie and Jamie, the HungrySisters. For years, we have been obsessed with food. I know, it is somewhat weird, but we really do love food. Food is our hobby, our joy, our entertainment. We like to eat and cook and watch people eat and cook. Food has always been a big part of our lives--which is why we decided to create a blog. A food blog.

One of our biggest food obsessions is Dairy Queen. We are absolutely, 100% addicted to Dairy Queen Blizzards and could both eat them for every meal if it wouldn't have such a tremendous effect on our waistlines. Someday, we dream of owning our own Dairy Queen franchise and bringing Blizzards into the lives of those who just don't experience them enough.

Our other big food obsession is Competitive Eating. We have been following the Nathan's Hot Dog contest for years. We've seen the documentaries on TV and have witnessed a few amateur contests. We recently attended the Krystal Square off in Chattanooga, which was one of the highlights of both of our food-driven lives. We read all of the websites and blogs, and keep up with the IFOCE rankings. Competitive Eaters are our favorite athletes. We dream of attending the Nathan's Hot Dog Contest next July, and if we can save up enough money this year, we plan on making that dream come true.

The next few entries will probably be used to update on food events of our lives from the past--because some are very noteworthy but occurred in real life before we decided to create a foodblog.

The following post was copied and pasted from Jamie's post on our Family's Yahoo Group:

October 29, 2007
Last night, Sadie, Trey, Logan and I got back from our journey to Chattanooga to see the World Krystal Burger eating championship, the second best eating competition in the world! We were excited to say the least.

Saturday morning, Sadie and Trey picked up Logan and me from UNCA, and we set off to go, stopping at the Krystal in Asheville for breakfast in order to set the mood for the trip. I ate an original BREAKFAST SCRAMBLER which was delicious and Sadie ate a Chicken Biscuit--the chicken was dipped in sausage gravy. Delicious.

On the way to Chattanooga, we stopped for lunch at another Krystal (right outside of Knoxville) where all four of us enjoyed Krystal Burgers. We also sampled some of the new chicken sandwiches. When we got back on the interstate, we saw a sign for Mayfeild Dairy Farms and tours, so we decided to stop there. We took a free tour of the factory, where they filled the milk cartons, made ice cream etc. We didn't get free ice cream, but we bought some and it was delicious. I had a cookies and cream milkshake and Sadie had a scoop of birthday cake ice cream.

We finally got back on the road and eventually arrived in Chattanooga. We checked into our hotel, which to our surprise was right beside the Krystal Headquarters! We stayed in the Days Inn Rivergate. Great location--right downtown--and the price was right. We explored the town and rode around just for fun on the free city-transit buses. BTW, CHATTANOOGA RULES.

We ate dinner, not at Krystal, though. We went to TGI Fridays instead. Our waiter, though, was wearing a Krystal Square Off T-shirt. We ended up watching part of Road Trip on TBS and fell asleep pretty early.

The next morning we were ready for the festivities to begin. We ate breakfast at this awesome cafe connected to our hotel. Sadie and I both ordered Chocolate Chip Pancakes. After breakfast, we checked out of the hotel and walked to the riverside where the contest was to take place. We arrived about 2 hours early, but we didn't have anything better to do, so we watched the Krystal People set up the area for the contest. While we were waiting, we met Crazy Legs Conti!!!! It was the coolest thing ever. It was our first encounter meeting a real-live competitive eater; one who we have seen on TV many, many times. Very exciting!!!

At 12, they opened everything up and began serving free Krystals and apple turnovers (which were delicious). We ate and walked around to the different games and activities that were taking place. We played blackjack and all won free Krystal coupons (and I won a free t shirt for getting 21 :]) and we bought fan t shirts to commemorate the day. Eventually, we had all gotten free t shirts by playing games--in addition to the ones we bought.

Around 1:30, we knew it was time for the eaters to come in and sign autographs, and we seriously couldn't wait to meet all of the eaters. We started the line as the eaters paraded in convertibles down the street. They came to the autograph stand one by one, starting with the ones who ate the least burgers to qualify.

Trey, Logan, Sadie and I were completely star stuck as we went down the line and talked to the celebrities. We got all of their autographs, and took some pictures with a few of them. They were all really nice, friendly people. I guess its because they are just normal folks who like to eat. When the competition was over they had to go back to their normal lives.

Anyway, after getting autographs, we got seats 2 rows back and waited for everything to start. There was an amateur contest with teams of two trying to see who could eat 12 krystals the fastest. Logan and I tried to enter, but they chose the contestants at random, what a letdown.

Finally, the cameras were on and the contestants came onto the stage! George Shay, who is one of the coolest men in the world, did a great time of "prepping the audience" before the contest began.

The contest started and it was pretty intense; everyone had hopes of breaking the 100 mark, because last years champion, Kobayashi, won with eating 97 Krystals. Speaking of Kobayashi, we were pretty let down that he wasn't at the contest. He initially got us interested in the sport of competitive eating. Maybe we'll get to see him at Nathan's in July.

Anyway, the crowning moment of the contest was when Joey Chestnut broke the 100 mark and stopped for a brief moment to smile. That was just awesome. Joey ended up winning the contest, eating 103 burgers, followed by Humble Bob in 2nd place, and Pat Bertoletti in 3rd.

After the eight minutes were up, we walked back to where the eaters were and talked to a few of them as we ate some left-over Krystals. It was a day I don't believe any of us will forget. The coolest part about it was that we could just go back stage after the contest and see our heroes, the gurgitators we admire and respect. There was no security to keep us away. Competitive eating is the best sport in the universe.

On the way home, we stopped at 3 more Krystals between Chattanooga and Asheville. We couldn't wait to get home and watch the ESPN recording and the video Sadie made of the trip.

Next Stop: NATHANS? WE HOPE SO.