If you ever get the idea to try something that you have seen on the internet, heed my advice, do not.
A few weeks ago, there was a community event here on campus for the residents of the apartments that I live at. It was a “food social” where everyone could bring a dish and eat for free.Normal people decided to make stir-fry, spaghetti and other dishes. What dish did my friends and I decide to make? Fast Food Lasagna from Epic Meal Time, a web show where food dishes ranging in the tens of thousands of calories are created and consumed.
If this sounds like a bad idea already, you would be correct. We proceeded to gather up the necessary supplies: eight Burger King double cheeseburgers, eight McDonalds double cheeseburgers, six Wendy’s double cheeseburgers, two pounds of ground beef covered in vodka sauce, two full packages of bacon, two pounds of cheese, two orders of onion rings and a whole cup of stacker sauce from Burger King.
As we started to layer the ingredients into a large pan, we quickly realized the situation was getting out of hand. Nervous glances were exchanged every few minutes, and as the last layer of cheese entered the equation, the severity of the situation hit us. We had created a dish with thousands of calories, and it weighed over 10 pounds.
Excitement and fear were two shared emotions throughout the eight guys observing the process. We soon faced another dilemma on how to actually serve the food. Standing at over one foot tall, the casserole abomination was layers upon layers of meat, cheese and bread.
It took a huge cutting knife to actually penetrate and cut the dish. Once cut, moving it over to the plates was a messy process. While all the guys in the room cheered the process on, the girls in the room shook their heads.
Little did we know that soon we would be shaking our heads for different reasons. As we took our first bites of the meal, we were delighted to find it was delicious. It tasted much like a giant cheeseburger with hints of individual flavors of burgers.
The enthusiasm of the room was at an all time high as we all took our individual pound of food. About halfway through eating it, I looked around the room. A vacant look had taken over the whole room.
I looked over to my roommate to see him shaking his head at me in what can only be described as absolute disgust. He later would go on to tell me that his arm went numb during the eating process. After the meal was over, we could not move.
Our heads hurt in what could only be a grease induced headache. The rest of the night and even into the next day, we fought nausea and extreme fatigue as our body tried to process the horrifying amount of Calories we had ingested.
The scariest part of all was two weeks after the dish was made, the remnants of it had not molded at all. It was a stagnant, horrible abomination, and it served to remind us that we should always consider the implications of replicating what we find online… and to never do Epic Meal Time again.