You’re on death row and your number’s been called up. Time to meet your Maker. But before you go, put in your request for your last meal. What is it?
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Me? Send the largest charcuterie board you can muster, and a bottle of red wine.
Oh my, dinner and death. I expect my gut would be twisting in knots while doing flip flops so food better be easy on stomach.
Mac and cheese with peppermint ice cream for dessert.
OTOH, maybe a Mexican feast with enchiladas, chile rellenos, tacos with lots of guacamole, and frozen Margaritas. Under those circumstances, I won’t wake up in the middle of the night with acid reflux.
Hmmm…something loaded with carbs since I can’t have many…HOT BREAD!
A Manhattan to start. If it’s my last meal, it doesn’t have to be coordinated. Edamame to munch on for starters. Black risotto from Croatia, which might give me a slight stay while they had to go get it. Lobster with drawn butter. A tribute to my father, Haagen Dazs coffee ice cream. With chocolate sauce and whipped cream and a Luxardo cherry (since they had to open the jar for my Manhattan, and it would bookend the meal.)