Hey, foodies and adventurous eaters! It’s your girl, Pari, back with another wild food challenge. This time, I decided to try something that seemed like a good idea at the time… but maybe, just maybe, wasn’t. Picture this: 24 hours of only eating foods that start with the letter “P.” Yes, you heard that right—P foods only. Pure madness, or pure genius? Let’s dive in and see if I survived the “P”ocalypse!

The Challenge Begins: Day 1, Hour 1

I kicked things off bright and early with a Pancake breakfast. You know, something nice, soft, and warm—totally not a difficult start. I added a little bit of Peanut Butter (because obviously, what’s a pancake without peanut butter?) and even threw in a few Peaches for some healthy vibes. It was a perfect start, or so I thought.

But here’s the catch: after one meal, I started realizing… there aren’t as many “P” foods as I’d hoped. My stomach was already grumbling, and I was only an hour in. Pizza? Sure. Popcorn? Definitely. But I couldn’t live on just that… could I?

Mid-Morning Snack: Panic Sets In

Okay, time to grab a quick snack. What did I go for? A Pineapple. It’s technically a fruit, so I can call it healthy, right? I sliced it up, took a bite, and felt the sweet relief of tropical goodness. But then, I had a thought: “Can I really eat pineapple all day?” Spoiler alert: no, I cannot.

By now, my taste buds were begging for variety. I was craving anything that didn’t start with the letter “P.” But no, I pressed on… even if it meant that my stomach was now suspiciously chanting “Pancakes” in protest.

Lunch Time: A Pile of… Pesto Pasta?

For lunch, I decided to get a little fancy and made Pesto Pasta. It had all the right flavors, and honestly, I was starting to feel like a true food connoisseur. But after three bites, I realized something disturbing: this wasn’t food; this was a prison sentence wrapped in basil.

I was already bored of pasta. I could already feel myself longing for a simple sandwich—anything without a “P” attached to it. But alas, I had to eat the pesto and push through.

Mid-Afternoon: Panic Mode Engaged

By mid-afternoon, things were starting to get really intense. I wanted to snack, but my only option was a bag of Pringles. And I ate them. Oh, I ate them all. Let me tell you, the salty goodness was like a tiny victory in the midst of my “P” torture.

But there was a problem: I wasn’t full. I was salty, yes, but not full. And I knew that dinner was creeping up. How was I going to survive a whole evening with “P” foods? At this point, I might have been considering just packing it in early, but… no way. I was committed to the cause, or at least, committed to seeing how much food-related pain I could endure.

Dinner Time: Pizza… Again?!

By dinnertime, I was starting to feel the full force of my poor decision-making. I made a Pizza (again) and threw on some Peppers because, well, they start with P and I had no other options. Every bite tasted the same. “Pepperoni, peppers, pizza… blah.” Was I eating cardboard? Was I eating cardboard topped with pepperoni? At this point, my stomach was rebelling.

But I had to finish it. I was determined. I wasn’t going to give up on the challenge now. So I sat there, slowly chewing my pizza, while internally screaming for a burger. A P-burger, if such a thing existed.

The Final Hour: Pudding, Phew!

It was time for my final meal before the clock struck 24 hours. So, what did I go for? Pudding. I knew it would be sweet, and at this point, I was just trying to survive. But here’s the thing: I couldn’t even finish it. The thought of more “P” food made me feel like I might turn into a human Pineapple myself.

Conclusion: Fail or Pass?

So, what did I learn from this challenge? Was it a success, or did I fail miserably? Well, I survived. But I also learned that eating only one letter of the alphabet might not be the best way to go about a healthy, balanced diet. You know what I mean? Variety is the spice of life, and “P” food just doesn’t cut it.

Would I do this challenge again? Um, no. Definitely not. But hey, I made it through, and I’m proud of myself for that… sort of.

In the end, I can only say: P for “Pass” on trying this again.

So, fellow food lovers, what’s the weirdest food challenge you’ve done? Leave a comment below—maybe something that involves more letters next time. Or… fewer P’s. Please, fewer P’s.

Stay hungry (but not just for P foods),

Pari 🍍🍕🍑