I know this is a rather light hearted post for the all too serious LR, but I read this in the local paper today:
“This morning, authorities said Chandler has requested two salami sandwiches on white bread, one peanut butter sandwich on white bread and iced tea for his last meal.”
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Though I hope to never be in the postion to choose my last meal, I began to wonder what I would request. I would probably get shrimp cocktail for appetizer, and then my wife makes a mean turkey meatloaf with mashed potatoes and corn that I honestly look forward to eating when I know she is making it. The drink, a huge glass of diet mountain dew (the regular stuff is way too sweet for me) with crushed ice, ahhhh. If I’m going down it might as well be with a caffeine high! Actually, she’s making it tonight and I can’t wait to eat it after my long run later.
summer vegetable rolls from cafe sushi in cambridge ma, a stuffed artichoke, my dad’s shrimp scampi, a glass of coke with ice, and haagen daaz coffee ice cream with nesquik sprinkled on top and crushed chocolate covered pretzels
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I think I could choose nothing. I’d fast. That way my bowels are empty and I wouldn’t crap my pants after death.
Yeah, because that would sure be embarassing
“Is my face red?”
I’d love my mum’s lasagna
I’ve always thought the same thing. She may not make the world’s best lasagna, but it’s the best I’ve ever had. It’s ironic that this comes up today as I had the privilege of that exact meal last night.
In reality, I’d probably ask for one of those exotic puffer fish - the ones that can poison you if they’re not prepared correctly. It’s a long shot, but at that point what have you got to lose. No act would be more defiant than upstaging the execution.
I think for me it would depend on what meal we’re talking about.
Breakfast: Huevos rancheros, cup of black coffee and a mimosa.
Dinner: Roast turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, my mother’s cranberries, green salad, with a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie for dessert. And a bottle of Petrus.
Lunch: Six pack of Schlitz. Lunch is a waste of a meal, in my opinion; I’m always disappointed by what it has to offer.
