I think the first time I ate something for money was in college. It wasn’t anything gross, just an odd combination of items. The one that sticks out most was
the apple covered in chili and ketchup for $1.25. Last night Kitty offered me $5 for eating a wadded up portion of her napkin. It wasn’t very flavorful, but at
least it didn’t get stuck in my throat.
Sometimes my food choices are just odd in and of themselves, with no monetary incentive involved. John G is fond of recalling the time at 59 Diner when my meal
consisted of a bowl of navy bean soup, frito pie, and a banana shake.
I am not alone among my circle of friends in doing odd things with food for spare change. Jonathan was persuaded to chug a half-bottle of soy sauce during
Mikado for $5; but the most daring feat must be acknowledged to be George’s doing a shot of honey from a honey bear up each nostril for approximately $12 at one
of our poker games in Austin. He couldn’t smell for several weeks after that, and has blamed his allergies on us ever since.
Also, my brother just reminded me he took and conquered Richard’s Wasabi Challenge solely for the honor of the matter. For details, email him.