DEW: The Stomach of the Midwest
Title: The Stomach of the Midwest
Author: theymp
Prompt: DEW Challenge: one or more Supernatural characters of your choice in a reality TV show. SPN100 Challenge: deep
Genre: Humour
Characters: Adam Richman. Sam and Dean Winchester
Pairing: Dean/food
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 400
Warning/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke and Man v. Food was a real Travel Channel show hosted by Adam Richman - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Adam Richman's on the lookout for something new for his food reality television show, when he hears about some big mouth who's chowing down on all the food challenges.
"It ain't deep, and it certainly ain't healthy (I could feel my arteries clog just from watching), but it's fun." The Star-Ledger review of Man v. Food
Adam Richman had been presenting Man v. Food for a number of years now, so he was always on the look-out for something new to spice up the food challenge format.
The basic premise was solid; so what if it was comfort food rather than haute cuisine? And yes, there might be a tendency for high fat and sugar with an overreliance on ground beef and shredded cheese, but it was real food eaten and loved by real people, without a lot of overblown, overpriced nonsense.
Not to mention, it must surely be a national service to promote small, independent, family restaurants before every diner in the good ol' U.S. of A became a Biggersons. (Because seriously, the weird--frankly horrifying--stories he'd heard about that chain didn't bear repeating).
Of course, the food challenges were also a huge (pun intended) part of the show's format and for a couple of years now he'd heard tales of the semi-mythical 'Stomach of the Midwest'; no food challenge seemed to be beyond him, with the moniker popping up from Deep South to icy north.
Taking a deep sigh of relief, he ran greasy fingers through his dark hair and pushed aside his plate having successfully cleared it of the giant, chili-loaded, mega-cheese burger and around 5lbs of home fries. His doctor was gonna was kill him, if the threatened cholesterol didn't.
"Not bad," remarked the diner's owner, playing up to the camera. "But the 'Stomach of the Midwest' finished in half your time."
Adam scoffed. He'd have the comment edited out in post-production.
"And still had room for pie," the owner chuckled.
"I have to meet this fella," muttered Adam.
"He's sitting just over there," cackled the owner, pointing to a booth in the furthest corner.
"The tall guy eating the green salad?" asked Adam, doubtfully.
"No! The other fella. Looks kinda like that famous serial killer."
Adam shrugged, although he'd been expecting a man mountain, not a couple of has-been Abercrombie models.
"Wait. You wanna film me eating?" asked 'Stomach' skeptically, after protracted introductory pitches had been made.
"We don't have time for this, Dean..." whined the tall, clingy, salad-eating companion.
'Dean' waved the boyfriend quiet. "And you'll pay me and the bill?" He rubbed his hands together. "Bring it on," he declared.
"Hey, you should meet my pal, Cas. He sure can put a burger and a beer away too!"
(;,;)
Author: theymp
Prompt: DEW Challenge: one or more Supernatural characters of your choice in a reality TV show. SPN100 Challenge: deep
Genre: Humour
Characters: Adam Richman. Sam and Dean Winchester
Pairing: Dean/food
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 400
Warning/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke and Man v. Food was a real Travel Channel show hosted by Adam Richman - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Adam Richman's on the lookout for something new for his food reality television show, when he hears about some big mouth who's chowing down on all the food challenges.
"It ain't deep, and it certainly ain't healthy (I could feel my arteries clog just from watching), but it's fun." The Star-Ledger review of Man v. Food
Adam Richman had been presenting Man v. Food for a number of years now, so he was always on the look-out for something new to spice up the food challenge format.
The basic premise was solid; so what if it was comfort food rather than haute cuisine? And yes, there might be a tendency for high fat and sugar with an overreliance on ground beef and shredded cheese, but it was real food eaten and loved by real people, without a lot of overblown, overpriced nonsense.
Not to mention, it must surely be a national service to promote small, independent, family restaurants before every diner in the good ol' U.S. of A became a Biggersons. (Because seriously, the weird--frankly horrifying--stories he'd heard about that chain didn't bear repeating).
Of course, the food challenges were also a huge (pun intended) part of the show's format and for a couple of years now he'd heard tales of the semi-mythical 'Stomach of the Midwest'; no food challenge seemed to be beyond him, with the moniker popping up from Deep South to icy north.
Taking a deep sigh of relief, he ran greasy fingers through his dark hair and pushed aside his plate having successfully cleared it of the giant, chili-loaded, mega-cheese burger and around 5lbs of home fries. His doctor was gonna was kill him, if the threatened cholesterol didn't.
"Not bad," remarked the diner's owner, playing up to the camera. "But the 'Stomach of the Midwest' finished in half your time."
Adam scoffed. He'd have the comment edited out in post-production.
"And still had room for pie," the owner chuckled.
"I have to meet this fella," muttered Adam.
"He's sitting just over there," cackled the owner, pointing to a booth in the furthest corner.
"The tall guy eating the green salad?" asked Adam, doubtfully.
"No! The other fella. Looks kinda like that famous serial killer."
Adam shrugged, although he'd been expecting a man mountain, not a couple of has-been Abercrombie models.
"Wait. You wanna film me eating?" asked 'Stomach' skeptically, after protracted introductory pitches had been made.
"We don't have time for this, Dean..." whined the tall, clingy, salad-eating companion.
'Dean' waved the boyfriend quiet. "And you'll pay me and the bill?" He rubbed his hands together. "Bring it on," he declared.
"Hey, you should meet my pal, Cas. He sure can put a burger and a beer away too!"
(;,;)